Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1888-11-23

and Iother scientific inventions have
been made. as long as they cannot pre-
serve the love of their husbands for
ever.
Woman doesn't want high civilization,
if it is to be of no use to her in the art
of making herself externally perfect.
Perhaps among those philosophers who
are always studying cause and effect,
there might be some who would say
that civilization or science had never
had anything to do with woman's
perfection, and that it was always a
question OF art or artifice. or due to the
phenomenon known as love-blindness
but they know nothing about wom-
ans feelings as she makes the appal-
ling discovery that though, as q young
girl she was perfect in the eyes of her
lover, and that even her faults were
looked upon as additional graces, she
is as wife amenable to good deal of
criticism. One bride of three months
burst into tears of agony when her hus-
band said: "Good heavens, Madeline,
what position!" as she sat with her
elbows on the table and her hands
under her chin, as she listened to his
superior conversation. Alas! 1t had
only been three short months ago that
he had Said under the same circum-
stances, "What charming abandon!"
Another bride had followed her hus-
band through the hall to the front door,
and was playfully OBTAINING him, just
as she had done few short months
before, and he angrily said:
you disgust me with your childish
ness!"
Poor girl, how old she had grown in
those few months. She had grown
from being a sweetheart to wifehood.
A long, long step.
And so it is all the way through.
What was sweet, cunning, amiable and
charming in the maiden that you do
not call your own yet, becomes silly,
awkward, hateful and disgusting as
soon as she is bound to you by indisso-
luble ties; but is it, can it be right? AS
long as fair young girl is the light Of
her parents home, she is little less
than an angel in the eyes of the man
who wants her to sanctify and bless
his roof-tree, and as soon as he gets
her he wishes she We're one in reality,
and that she would fly to her celestial
abode.
Whose fault is it? Well, I think it
is really nobody's. It is just simply
the nature of the b, no, man,
mean.
Now what could be more pleasing
and delicious sentiment of admiring
love than that which ought to actuate
man when he returns from his labor
and finds his precious wife all flushed
with the earnest belief in her own per-
lection, as she tells him, with an affec-
tionate grsh of wifely pride: ooh,
George, have had o talk to-day with
cook and the chambermaid, and have
raised both their wages, because rent
and meat and groceries and every thing
are so high. shouldn't have believed
them if you hadn't always been COM
planning of the same thing. Now kiss
your precious little wiley for her con-
sideration for Others
Strange to say, that husband did not
seem anxious to kiss WHEY just then,
nor for several days, while she went
about with general air of wretched-
ness, and didn't understand in the least
wherein she had made mistake. So
1T last, finding that he still seemed
gloomy, she made up her mind to put
him in good humor. She knew he
loved her mother-hadn't he said so q
hundred times before they were mar
sied, and surely her mother was just as
sweet now as ever, and she knew he
loved apple dumplings-so she sent q
telegram for her mother to come for a
months visit, and she went down to
the kitchen, and with her own dainty,
pretty hands made him some dump
lings. When he came home to dinner
she gave him dumping, and then
/ told him the joyful news of her moth
ers prospective visit. He CALCULATED a
very naughty word, swallowed the
dumping, and then Went off and died.