The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1886-02-17

garet, the Scotch glr1, nes ecsoeAy "oen
worn out by house management. There
ere Q thousand martyrs Of the kitch-
on. II Is very annoying, after the vexs.
lions Of the day around the stove or the
table, or In the nursery or psrlor, to have
your husband say, "You know nothing
about trouble; you ought to be in the
stefe half an hour" Sympathy Of occupa-
ton! II. the husbands work cover him
with the SCOT Of the furnace, or the odors
Of leather or soap factories, let not tbs
wife be easily disguised at the begrimed
hands or unsevory aroma. Your gains
are one, your interests are one, your losses
are one; lay hold of the work Of life with
both hands. Four hands to fight the bat
ties; four eyes to watch for the danger;
four shoulders on which TO carry the trials.
It is very sad thing when the painter
has a wife who does not like pictures. It
Is very sad thing for pianist when she
has husband who does not like music. 1t il
a very sad thing when a wife is not suited
unless her husband has what is called a
"genteel business" So far as understand
a "eenteel business" 1t Is something to
which a man goes at ten O'Clock In the
morning and from which he comes home
at two or three O'Clock in the afternoon,
and gets large amount Of money for
doing nothing. That Is, believe, q "gen-
teel BUSINESS" and there has been many
wife who has made the mistake Of not
being satisfied until the husband has given
up the tanning of the hides, or the turning
Of the banisters, or the building Of the
walls, and put himself In circles where he
has nothing to do but smoke cigars
and drink wine, and get himself
into habits that upset him, 60
ing down in the maelstrom, taking
his wife and children with him. There
are good many trains running from earth
TO destruction. They start all the hours Of
the day and all the hours of the night.
There are the freight trains; they go very
slowly and very heavily; and there are
accommodation trains. going ON toward
destruction, and they stop very often, and
let man get out when he wants TO. Bat
genteel idleness is an exFssss traiAS Satan
is the Stoker and Death v the engineer;
and though one may come. out in front Of
it and flying the red flag Of "danger" or
the lantern of Gods word, II makes just
one shot into perdition, coming down the
emba nkment with q shout and wall and
q shriek-crash, crash! There are two
ella sses Of people sure Of Observation-Disclosures
those who have nothing to do; secondly,
those who have something to do, but are
too lazy or too proud to do 1t.
have one more word of advice to
give to those who would have happy
home, and that 10, let love preside in
it. When your behavior in the domestic
circle becomes a mere matter of calcu-
lation: when the caress you give Is merely
the result of deliberate study of the posi-
ton you occupy, happiness lies stark
dead on the hearth stone. When the hus-
bands position as head of the household
is maintained by loudness Of voice, by
strength Of arm, bv fire of temper, the
republic of domestic bliss has become q
despotism that neither God nor
man will abide. Oh, ye who prom
issd to love each other at the altar,
how dare you commit perjury Let no
shadow Of suspicion come on your af.
lection. It 10 easier to kill tbSt flower
than 1t Is to make 1t live again. The blast
from hell that puts out that light, leaves
you in the blackness of darkness forever
Here are q man and wife; they agree in
nothing else, but they agree that they will
have home. They will have a splendid
house, and they think that IL they have a
house they will have aahome. Architects
Amake the plan, and the mechanics execute
It; the house to cost 100000. 1t is done
The carpets are spread; lights are hoisted
curtains are hung; cards of invitation art
sent out The horses in gold-plated har.
ness prance at the gate; guests come II
and take their places; the flute sounds: thu
dancers go up and down; and with one
grand whirl the wealth and the fashion
and the mirtb of the great towr
wheel amidst the pictured walls. Ha this
is happiness. Float it on the smoking
viands; sound it In the music; whirl 1t il
the dance; cast it on the snow Of sculp
ture; sound it up the brilliant stairway
flash it in chandeliers! Happiness, in
deed! Let us build on the center Of thu
parlQr floor throne to happiness; let all
the guests, when they come in, bring theiI
flowers and pearls and diamonds and throw
them on this pyramid, and let it be q
throne, and then let happiness, the queen
mount the throne, and we will stan(
around, and, all chalices lifted, we will say
"Drink. o queen! live forever" But thu
! r,osto Ia,,or< Tho A,,tos n ro broo <bloss Nh.
: last clash of the impatient hoofs is heard il
the distance and the twain of the house
hold come back to see the queen Of hap
piness on the throne amidst the parlol
Hoor. But, alas! as they come back thu
flowers have faded, the sweet odors hav'
become the smell Of charnel house, ant
instead Of the queen Of happiness Their
sits there the gaunt form of anguish, will
bitten lip and sunken eye, and ashes in be-
hair The romp of the dancers who hav
LEFT seems rumbling yet, like Earring thun
ders that quake the door and rattle tn
glasses Of the feast, rim to rim. Tn
spilled wine on tie door turns into blood
The wreathes Of plush have become wrig
Cling reptiles. Tsrrors catch tangled Il
the canopy that overhangs the couch
A strong gust OF wind comes through
the hall and the drawing room an
the bed chamber, in which I'll tn
lights 60 out. And from the lip
Of the wine.hsakers come the words
Happiness 10 not in u.s." Aud the arche
respond, ut 10 not in usw AID the d
fenced instruments Of music, thrummed q
: BY invisible fingers, answer, "Happines
! Is not in us!" And the frosen lips Of an
! guish break open, and seated on the thron
Of wilted dowers, she strikes her bon.
hands together snd sroans, "Itis not 4
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That very night clerk with salary q