The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1888-11-17
MARRYING AN EDITOR.

Yes, I'm Mrs. Peter Snow, an editors wife.
well remember the day when Mr.. Snow asked
me to become his wife. / confess | liked Mr..
Snow, and thinking it would be fine thing to
be the wife of an editor | said ''Yes" as pretti-
ly as l knew how, and became Mrs. SNOW
have seen ten years of married life, and ind
my husband to be an amiable, good natured
man. He always spends his evenings at home,
and is in that respect model man; but he
always brings pile of exchanges, which IS
only limited by the length of his arms, and
reads while patch the knees and elbows of
his pantaloons and coat. After we had
Quaker meeting of an hours length broke the
stiffness by asking
''Mr. Snow, did you order that coal spoke
to you about"
"What did you say, my dear ?" he asks, after
a minutes silence.
''Did you order that coal / spoke to you
about ?r
Indeed, my dear, am sorry, but forgot
all about it. 1t shall come tomorrow"
Another hours silence. which is relieved by
the baby's crying, and rather liking noise of
that sort made no effort to quiet him.
''My dear" says Mr.. Snow after he has cried
a minute or so, "you had better give the baby
some catnip tea to quiet him; he troubles me-"
The baby is still. Another hour passes with
out breath of noise. Becoming tired, take
a lamp and retire for the night, leaving Mr..
Snow so engaged with his papers that he does
not see me leave the room Towards midnight
he comes to bed and just as he has fallen asleep
the baby takes notion to cry again. rise as
quietly as possible and try to still him. Then
another baby begins to scream at the top of his
lungs There is no other course but to awake
Mr. Snow, so | say:
''Mr. Snow Mr.. Snowl'
The third time he starts up and cries, What,
Tom, more copyp'
As though was Tom, the little imp running
about the office. replied tartly:
mo. don't want any more copy-I have
had enough of that to last me my lifetime
want you to see what Tommy is crying
about"
Mr.. Snow makes desperate attempt to
arouse himself; as Tommy stops to take a
breath he falls to sleep again, leaving me to
pace the room in as much YeXation as l can
comfortably contain. The next morning at
breakfast, when give Mr.. Snow an account of
his last nights troubles, he says:
Indeed, my dear, am very sorry the chill
dren trouble you"
This is always the way. If / complain it is,
Indeed, am very sorry"
But should the very same thing occur the
subsequent night directly before his eyes very
likely he would not see or know anything
about it, unless it happened to interrupt his
train of ideas. Then he would propose catnip
tea, but before / can get it into the infants
stomach he would be far away into the realms
of thought, leaving me not little vexed at his
stupidity.
He knows the name of every paper publish
ed in England or the United States, but he can
not for the life Of him tell the names of his
children. He knows precisely the year of
every American Journal but he does not know
the age of his own baby. He knows how every
contributor looks, but do not believe he can
tell whether my eyes are black or blue.
They say Mr.. Snow is getting rich. All |
know is, he gives me money to clOthe our boys,
and that, too, without complaint of poverty
hope the world is right in opinion, and when
l am satisfied it is 1 shall advise him to resign
editorial honors and spend few months in
becoming acquainted with his wife and chill
dren. The little ones will feel hattered in
making the acquaintance of so literary man.
Rochester Advertiser.