Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-22

A TALK TO HUSBANDS.
 Amber Feels Equal to the Task of Rakins
 Them Over tho Goals.
 There IS so much excellent advice given to wives, suppose, for a change, we turn around and read the bus bands q nice little manual of correct behavior, writes "Am- Der" in the Chicago Tribune. It is high tune some one took them in hand, but, al- though have had my eye upon them for 6 good while, I have been bothered to find ripe opportunity.
 In the first place, to plunge right into the midst of things without further waiting, how dc you go home to your wife at nightl Chapters have been written as to how she ought to receive you; now let me say a word about the other side of the question When you find tired little woman who has been so hard atwork all day with five babies and an incompetent girl, callers, and mis- cellaneous jobs of mending, pastry-making and picking, that she has found no time to curl her hair and put on her best gown to meet you, what do you dos Do you, like dear old sympathizing fellow, take her worn face into warm embrace and whis per in her ear: ''Never mind, dearie: I nave got home, and we'll share the cares for the rest of the day. You go and rest yourself while I put Johnnie and Trot and baby to bed" Do you see that she sits in the easiest chair while you skip around and munster to her wants? Do you keep silent while she reads the evening paper (to her. self), and are you mindful of drafts and slam ming doors while she takes her ease in slippered content7 Do the stars dance the Newport, and does the moon sing psalm tunesf Just about as much as you do all this. You expect the hushed home, and the slesta with the paper. and the slippers for yourself, to be sure, and if you don't get them you think you're terribly abused, and ten to one founce off to the club to escape the noise and confusion, but you never take 1t into your head to consider that the day has been just as long, and just as busy, and thousand times more full of petty cares for her as for you, and that she needs just as much consideration shown her as it is her wlfely duty to show to you. She is quite as much in need of bright smiles and cheery words as you can be. You bolt into the house, and the first thing you say is "Why isn't supper readya I'm as hungry as hound!' "Great Scott! Can't you keep that child quieta" or, ''Whats the use of burning so much coal! Turn off the damper! You are enough to ruin Van derbilt!' That's the keynote of the song you sing, and yet you think it is dreadful if she ever makes a remark harsher than the bleat of lamb. Suppose you had been a Ransom cab driver, @ Board of Trade man, cook i'll restaurant, cash-boy for a dry goods house, a kindergarten teacher, and a hospital nurse all combined for the whole day long, wouldn't you be more tired, and wouldn't there be more excuse for your irri- liability than when you have simply attend ed to sin gle systematiZed branch of busi- nessas The thousand and one demands made upon woman's time and ingenuity to keep domestic affairs moving with any degree of harmony render her the more deserving of forbearance if things do go a little wrong sometimes when her conquering hero comes home to supper. A woman is required to be every thing from reception committee to receive calls in the parlor, to a nurse in the nursery, and a chief executive in the kitchen, while a businessman devotes him. self to single trade or profession.
 There is another thing, sir, before I have done with you. Often and often have I marked you turning to watch a pretty face, or commenting with your men companions upon the outlines of tne form or 6 slender foot. Have you any more business to do that than she has! What rumpus there would be In the family if you were to catch her making eyes at the men or following a bearded face through the streets to see where it's owner belonged What particu- lar blazes would play about the walls of ''sweet home'' if she indulged in these little foibles. Yet l say unto you, yea, and verify, her latitude in that direction should be just as wide as yours. What if the wife you married is getting faded like the fabric often washed; what if a few lines and wrinkles have como where the smile in it's dimplement was and crow tracks like the marks of birds feet on the wet and shining sands have traced the skin that once was softer than rose leaf; what if the once graceful shoulders are bent little and the old-time laughter has left her eyes? If you have the chivalry of true man in your soul you will revere and honor your wife with greater and increasing tender ness as sho grows old and faded, for what is it, pray, that has aged her! What has stolen her bloom and robbed her glance of it's laughing light? What but ministering to you and toiling to make your home happy one. The children have stolen the rose tints from her cheeks and lips and tending to their myriad wants by night and day has deprived her of the easy grace of youth. In the dead of the night when the Bald headed Tyrant" asserts himself who takes him up and soothes and pacifes hima Do you, you big, drowsy son of Adam! Not much. Away you skip to distant cham Der, while the mother lays her neck under the wakeful baby's small pink foot. Per haps you do try to perform your share oc-
 
 tyrized and mad all the time that the tired mother Is glad enough to relieve you and herself hush the small despot back to slum- Der.
 How about boxes of candy taken home, not to the children but to the wifei How about pleasant surprises and love tokensi You excuse your indifference and neglect and the withdrawal of fond and foolish at tentions, just as dear to her at forty as at twenty, with the thought "Oh, well, she knows I love her, what's the use of 'spooning' at our ager' By and by there will come time when you shall see her lying in the coffin, perhaps, and you would sell your soul that day to be able to shine away long years of cold neglect with the manifestation of the love that was always in your heart, certainly, but carefully kept on ice. Call it 'spooning' if you like, or any other name of contempt, but I tell you | there is nothing so sad in all lifes history as the vanished oppoNunity to manifest love for which some friend went hungry through slow years of undemonstrative and stupid reserve.
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