The Mankato free press. [volume] (Mankato, Blue Earth County, Minn.) 1879-1924, 1886-08-20
WOMAN GOSSIP.
The Market Money IN Incessant Cause oi
Discontcnt In the Family Circle
A Samoan Belle.
The Girl Who Stays at Home and Works
for NOthing-IIow n yassar Girl
Played 1t.
A BITTER TONIC.

n BilIER IoNIC.
Five years ago, says the New Orleans
Picayune, a bright, wholesome. cheer.
ful-hearted young girl. living in this
city, married promising and talented
young man. There was pretty church
wedding, half dozen bridesmaids,
music. and a wedding journey. The
young husband had furnished a pretty
little house for his bride, and when they
came back from their ten DAYS tour
they set up housekeeping. The friends
OF the bride said it was IN UNEQUAL
match; that Ethel had been too long
used to the independence of earning her
SpSshsS The friends q the $fSa% con 81
prize. A girl who cut and made her
own dresses, trimmed her own hats,
and was one of the best dressed girls in
town would be a prize for any man;
but i'm addition Ethel had been earning
no less than so month painting din
ner-cards. by teaching music. and Civ
ing lessons in brasSwork. When the
marriage came of Ethel did very
timidly and lovingly ask Jack if he
would not allow her to keep up her
classes and continue to supply her GUS
toners with dinner-carls. but Master
Jack swellcd out his manly chest, took
on a pOmpOus, protecting air, and swore
his wife should not work for Il living.
not while he had strong arm and q
stout heart. And Ethel was so proud
at thus being forbidden. There is some
thing of the loving dog in every true
woman. She is most happy at being
made tn obey the aticctionate commands
of the master she loves. At the end of
the first year of married life there came
n baby to the sweet little home. At the
end of the fourth year there were three
of them, and Ethel found life as nurse,
housekccpcr, wife, mother, and member
not all sunshine. She was beloved and
honorcd and happy, but none the less
was she being dragged down by the
children. by the work, and by one other
embarrassment that cut her to the soul
that was, of course, the going to her
husband for every cent of money she
needed. 1t was very hard for girl
who had been her own banker, who had
had the free run of her own pocket
book, to 90 timidly to her husband and
ask him for dollar. Ii was Il very
hard thing TO have him pinch her
cheek, kiss her, and ask her what she
wanted with the dollar, and to have to
tell, between the kisses Ia be sure, but
still to have to tell, what she was going
to do with it. Every morning of her
five wears of married life Ethel has had
to ask Jack for the market money.
Never once during all that time has ne
recollectcd to give the money for the
days needs unasked. Oh, they have
gay times around that pretty little
breakfast table, and they laugh over the
play they have seen and over the quaint
sayings Of their wise little 4-year-old
And then when Jack jumps up, smile
on his face, and vows he must clear out
or he will be late ut the office, Ethel
clears her throat and humbly reminds
him to "lcavc the market money. "
Were you ever run down and sick and
have to take bitter, nalseous tonic
three times day after each meal?
Well, this eternal, everlasting asking
for money is the dose that is inevitable
after every breakfast in Jacks and
Ethels home. Ethel helps with the
cooking, does all the sewing for herself,
three children, and all the mending and
darning. takes care of the children, and
keeps the house in dainty order, but
where she once had $50 month for her
OWE she now has less than s.. and must
ask for that. On Easter morning Ethel
hurried up breakfast, left her little ones
with tine cook. and gave herself the rare
treat of going TO church. She looked
very dainty and sweet i'm her black and
white check dress, her black straw bon
net with it crepe lissc bows. her silk
gloves, and the pink in her cheek was
as fresh and peachlike rs the day it was
shaded by the veil of bridal tulle. When
all ready for church she went in to Jack.
lounging with the papers in the cool
and shady parlor. Jack" said she,
timidly -she had never grown brave al
this begging act-''Jack, give me some
money to 90 to church" "HuhF
without looking up from the paper.
"Please give me some church money; !
can't walk. you know" ''You sweet
thing-come here. You look like a
daisy. I've got the pretticst wife in New
Orleans, Ethel. Here it is, dear" and
Jack handed out his lifc-partncr dime.