Cheyenne transporter. [volume] (Darlington, Indian Terr.) 1879-1886, 1884-10-10
WHY MEN MARRY.
The Matrimonial Instinct PhilOsOphicalIy Con-
sidered-The Temerity with Which Peo-
pie Slip Their Necks Into the Con-
nubial Moose.

marriage under all circumstances.
But who can honestly and conscen-
tiously agree with them after weigh
ing the whole subject with headachy
intensity Take the case of married
man with what is termed moderate
income," and also with family of
four children, Clara, the eldest, girl
of 18, being very fond of dress and
display; Charley, the next, 16, having
few companions, who might be
more respectable and more discreet;
Harry, the next, Ia. who keeps the
house, and perhaps the neighborhood,
in continual uproar, and Mary, the pet,
10, who is sickly. cross, plain and stu
pid. Poor married man, here are a
few of the joys of welded life. How
saving is he in all matters of personal
expenditure. New coats how rare
they are, and how remorseful is he after
the consumption of an extra bottle of
old port cruelty distracted from the
little stock which should be entirely
devoted to the recovery of the dear
child Mary.
Now against this dreary picture set
the aspect of bachelors fire. He
can spend all his money on himself.
Behold the said bachelor never caring
straw about his debts, or thinking
for moment of such utterly foreign
matters as children's ailments or re-
quirements, or wOmen's dresses, or
boys jackets, or girls frocks, or doc
tors bills, or schOOlmasters' accounts,
or of any other sources of care which
bcwilder and half frenzy the married
man. The bachelor can wander over
the globe on an income which would
scarce keep decently wife and four
children. He can indulge fondness
for the fine arts, he can be noted for
his charities, or he can be rake, if he
be so minded. Either in right or in
wrong doing he has only himself to
consider. His independence is glo-
rious, his freedom is supreme.
How is it, then, we have any mar
ried menp Well, the answer is not
difficult. How is that Brown, know
ing that Smith ruined himself at rou-
loutte and finally blew his brains out,
continues playing at roulette, falling
surely and certainly into the same
ruin which overlook Smithp How is
it, that Robinson, while well aware
that SimOns is at this moment in lu-
natic asylum as the penalty of intoxi-
cation, nevertheless revels in whisky
morning. noon, and nightp What in
fiuence is exerted over me by my
knowledge that, though Thompson
married Martha Brown through sheer
love, it is now question whether any
moral consideration would prevent
Thompson beating his Martha day by
day through sheer hatrcdp Does the
warning in any degree diminish my
idiotic tendency to dawdle in places
where may chance to meet Helen
Mason, or prevent my seeking to dis
sipate the gloom of my soul by
vivid recollections of her sister Agnes
bright eyesp | take it that, assuming
all who become married men to be
blockheads in that respect, there will
still claim yearly the honor of ''block-
headshlp" an enormous number of men
who, up to that time, might be con-
sidered wise and prudent. Misery
through marriage is everywhere. 1t
stares us broadly in the face in news
papers, and its existence is betrayed by
Mr.. Browns clouded brow and Mrs.
Smiths weak eyes. Who shall ques-
tion the assertion that at least one-half
the number OF marriages bring diluted
happinessp Who will dare to say that
Robinson, who always addresses his
wife, as, my dear" and is thought
devoted husband, has not hundreds of
times been amazed at his stupidity in
the first place in marrying at all, and
secondly in making the selection he
did. Show me the man who will not
blush deep red at the recollection of
the preposterous notion he had of the
of his wife before she filled
that relationship. Let me call to mind