Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1888-11-26
Making a Home.
THE HUSBAND AND WIFE OUGHT TO DO THEI
FULL SHARE.

THE HUSBAND AND WIFE OUGHT TO DO THEIR
FULL SHARE.
From Hearth and Home.
Men are what their homes make them-or
what their homes made of them in infancy and
youth. That women make homes has been sung
and preached until one reads with hearty salts
faction Colonel Higginson's introduction of an
address delivered last summer at the COM
mencement of IA girls college. He had been
adjured, said the speaker, not to talk to
students and alumn@ al women, but as human
beings; to leave the matter of sex in education
out of sight for one hour. The masculine ele-
ment is as essential to the night composition of
the home as lemon juice to the sugar and water
of sherbet. The household where there is not
a mans hat on the hall rack is craft minus
one sidewheeL The music of daily life with
out the heavier, up-bearing timber of bass
voice, is like the singing of canaries, very tune
full and very thin.
The domestic duties of him who stands in the
place of pater familias are not fulfilled when
he has supplied the grist to the mill. His wife
may be the nominal captain. He Is part owner
and first mate. If she be the acknowledged
queen OF the realm he is the power behind the
throne. Which tumble of metaphors. done
into straightforward English, signifies that a
woman cannot, single-handed, make a perfect
home 1t ia joint stock concern in which
each individual OF the household has share,
the parents being the heaviest owners and the
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cohering association of human PARTICLES, classed
for the sake OF convenience under one name,
and held together by habit and policy.
Remember Your Own Counting Days.
From the San Francisco Chronicle
The old folks couldn't stand it much longer.
There he was night after night in the paror
with Jennie, and all sorts of hours would pass
and he wouldn't go. 1 dontthink they minded
haf M Init tn HOW, 20 he
woke up with a start every now and again. You
know how it is yourself, don't you? You re-
member when you courted sweet Jessie--for the
matter of that. you may remember no longer
ago than last night-the long pauses, the mean
ingless pauses, when you forgot the old folks
were overhead and expected you to talk good
deal to their daughter. l will not give you
away. You know there were no air waves pos
sible when you had shut off the supply neces-
sary. You know that Jessie suddenly said:
"Oh, Willie! What will papa and mamma
think? We must make some noise"
She then began to play very loudly upon the
piano. Will people ever really believe that the
old folks are deceived by sudden noises and
gay, loud laughter and a commonplace remark
in a loud tone, and all the other transparent
lodges sweethearts use when they court
ing? Why they have been there themselves,
and they can tell when you steal kiss in the
middle of o sentence. But those Interruptions
are very useful. They break up the monotony
OF the tnlnS ana give you a cnance 10 Degln all
over again. I dare say the old lady smiles as
she sits at her knitting when Jessie opens the
door and cries:
"Oh, mamma! are you there?"
eyes mamma says, and-goes on knitting.
Mamma knows that Willie thought he heard a
sound outside, and Jessie had to give an excuse
for going outside to see if it was her mother.
No. No. What if Willie does steal kiss or
two and Jessie's hair is just trife out of curl
and her cheek is just a trifie redder than the
o,,I lnnr Ill
of brown on Willie's coat collar? Only as she
sits and knits she dreams of the time when her
Willie came and courted her, and the happy
summer nights, with their moonlight and their
balmy odors, and the stormy winter evenings
when the fire cracked with delight and her
brown hair rested on his shoulder as they sat
and listened in silent happiness to the roaring
gale and the dashing rain. So court on, happy
youth. The years fly past fast enough, and
there are sorrows and responsibilities, breads
and fears to come for us all"
While Willie Dundon, ten-year-old lad, was
playing with a shotgun in Binghamton, N. Y,
| yesterday afternoon, it was accidentally dis
Of his brothers wife, Mrs. Michael Dundon,
At HarshailtOwn, Iowa, Judge Stevens sem
fenced George W. Bowman, convicted of selling
liquor, imported from Illinois, to pay q, 600
fine, the highest penalty. He held that the
importer had NO right TO sen, even in original
packages The case was test one.
A package Of money containing 200 was
stolen from the Office Of the Pacific Express
company in Austin, Tex, in October, by clerk
rested yesterday, when he confessed.
II there were more good cooks in this vale Of
team there would be fewer divorces Baltimore
Am@jonn-
Carl Rankin. the wsll-lnovn minstrel, dad
Sunday merning Of consumption. IN Philadsl-
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