The Hickman courier. [volume] (Hickman, Ky.) 1859-current, 1882-11-17
"a CHANGE FOR THE SUMNER. ;,
Everybody else can go to the coun-

Everybody else can go to the coun-
try"
Mrs. Rogers was, beyond question,
very miserable, indeed. Her face was
flushed and bore traces of tears, and her
manner said even more plainly than
words that she considered herself a
much-abused woman.
Il have looked over the ground very
carefully. indeed" Mr.. Rogers replied,
in low, even tone, which seemed to be
particularly eXasperating to his wife,
land am sure it cannot be done with
any safety. | am sorry, Mary, very
sorry, indeed"
Mrs. Rogers forced back the sarcastic
reply which was certainly at her tongues
end, and endeavored to be logical.
II think a change Is very necessary to
every onen-Mrs. Rogers had not once
advised her husbands taking vacation
land feel sure that such trip as |
have in mind will be good Investment
of money!
"Yes. but if one hasn't the money 10
invest?"
you don't mean to tell me that YOU
can't spare two hundred dollars?' Mrs.
Rogers face was painfully flushed now,
and hervoice trembled with the intensity
of her feeling.
Two hundred dollars would not cover
the expense, Mary, but shall not be able
to take even two hundred dollars from
my business this summer"
| should like to know what you do
with your money!"
1t was full minute before Mr. Rogers
rallied to reply to this question. If his
wife had made business of trying to
think of the cruelest thing she could say
to him, she could not have succeeded
better.
Il spend my money, Mary, or rather
Our money! the gentleman answered at
last, ''in providing for my family, in
freeing the house we live in, and in
keeping my credit good. have always
tried to keep my business troubles en-
tirely to myself, but you might as well
understand now that / am having a hard
time TO keep my head above water. If
we can pull together, Mary, we shall
pull on to safe ground, but if we don't
well, if we don't, / can't tell what
will become of u.s.
IF l were a man my wife and chill
dren would not be tied down in the CITY
all the year round. 1t is just bad man.
agement and stinginess, that's what it is,
and should think you would be ashamed
VI NOhAotAAs NO2tIc
There was no reply to this, but the
mans face, as he turned to leave the
room, looked haggard and drawn, as if
from long illness.
Mrs. Rogers had always been an ex-
acting wife, but. as up to this time her
husband had been generally able to meet
her demands, there had been no serious
trouble. Mrs. Rogers was a careful
housekeeper, and, notwithstanding the
above showing, was naturally kind
hearted and helpful. She had, however,
quick temper, and an exceedingly bad
habit of speaking her mind - Then,
too, she had no conception of the amount
of brain, energy and money required to
carry on her husbands business. Per-
haps Mr.. Rogers was to blame in keep
ing the disagreeable details so exclusive
ly to himself. But it was matter of
conscience with this gentleman, and
whatever the results, he had certainly
acted according to his light 1t had been
uphill work all the way, and there was
still harder climbing to do, but Mr..
Rogers was sure-footed and far-seeing.
How pitiful that he could not have the
hand and heart of his wife to help him in
the last and most difficult part of the
journey.
That morning Mrs. Rogers spent in
visiting. She needed the sympathy of
her friends, she told herself. There are
always enough who are ready and will
ing to widen the breach between a man
and his wife, and on this occasion Mrs.
Rogers friends were unusually helpful.
'Well, should go, if were in your
place. said one. $50 would /, If had
to borrow the money! said another.
"Ifa man finds out that his wife is de-
termined, he will generally come to
TERMS" still another suggested. "Men
think great deal more of their business
than they do of their wives, anyway"
In this congenial atmosphere Mrs.
Rogers forgot all the decencies of life, as
wen as the higher obligation of loyalty
from wife to her husband. She told of
past disagreements. and dwelt with real
pleasure on the occasions when she had
her own way in spite of her husband.
The gentle, generous, dignified and
hard-working Mr.. Rogers became an ogre
with plethoric money-bags. tyrant,
Bluebeard, miser who begrudged his
family the necessaries of life. At least
this was the impression which could not
but prevail, when Mrs. Rogers had
emptied her budget of complaints. Not
that she meant to so entirely misrepre-
sent her husband, but, carried away by