Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1889-08-03
A Short Sermon and Brief Prayer to Young
Husbands.

Rose Park in Farm Journal
My dear young husband, do not, beg of you,
start out with the notion that you are to ride all
hobbies, and that the old deep ruts that your
grandmother and great grandmother trod in are
good enough for your wife. You want to expert
ment with all the new poughs and harrows and
hay-lifters, and you want to experiment with all
the new varieties of oats and clover and wheat.
You want to try all the new kinds of farm stock,
and as fast as you find out it does not suit you dis
card it and get others. This is all perfectly right
and proper. do not see how young farmer is
to be prosperous unless he does try things, study
about them, and be interested in them.
But won't you please, for the sake of humanity,
for the sake of the children that are to grow up
around you, let your wife have some things that
she wants, and the way she wants them? Of course
it will cost something to humor her, either in cash
or time, but let it COST we never get anything for
nothing and the pay that comes of calm temper
and contended spirit is greater than any number
of dollars and cents. | know q woman who for
twelve years has begged for summer kitchen, just
a little affair of boards and shingles, no paint
She says that cooking in the big kitchen in the
summer time heats the whole house and makes it
hot and smothery to 60 to bed in at night She
believes that she would live longer, and be happier
and better, if that longing for summer kitchen
could ever be satisfied. Another of my friends
wanted garden. She had a corner of corn
field but the sheep, and COWS, and horses trampled
them in the winter time and killed out all the
things that would have lived through the winter if
they had been in a real garden. When her only
son was baby she got her husband to promise to
pale her in garden as soon as he had the money
to spare Time went on, the little son was five
years old, still there was no garden and the wfes
heart was sore every time she looked at other
women's long rows of currant and raspberry
bushes and their sage and other culinary herbs,
and again and again the subject OF the garden
came up and was put by for want OF funds. More
years went by and the little boy was ten and could
plough and harrow for his father and still there
was no garden. Then he was big boy and one
day he brought home q wife, and in a few weeks
after that event he bought some palings and made
his mother the garden that she had been waiting
for twenty-one years. Twenty-one years OF think
ing and waiting and planning for garden, thing
that every woman ought to have for the asking.
And then when she had planted her grape-ylnes
and berry bushes and they were just beginning to
bear, they sold the farm and moved west, and mad
to begin everything anew Then my friend laid
down and died; and every time l pass the old
home where she worked and waited for so long, l
think of 'the hope deferred that maketh the heart
sick.''
Another woman that know lives at the end OF
a lane, at the other end there is gate, and that
gate is the bane of her life. All the going and
coming is done through that gate. 1t always Says,
and is pretty heavy load for weak woman to
lift and carry around, but this woman has been
carrying that gate literally (and iguratiVely) for
nineteen years. She has worn out three gates car