The Pioche weekly record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1877-1900, 1889-12-21

When YOU find tired little woman who hes
been so hard at work all day with five babies
and an incompetent girl, callers, and mis-
cellaneous jobs of mending, pastry-maklng
and picking, that she has found no time TO
curl her hair and put on her best gown to
meet you, what do you do: Do you, like
dear old sympathizng fellow, take her
worn face into warm embrace and WINS
per in her ear: "Never mind, dearie;
have got home, and Wen share the cares
for the rest of the day. You go and rest
yourself while | put Johnnie and Trot and
baby to bed" Do you see that she sits IN
the easiest chair while you skip around and
minister to her wants! Do you keep silent
while she reads the evening paper Ito her
self, and are you mindful of drafts and Slam
ming doors while she takes her ease in
slippered contenta Do the stars dance the
Newport, and does the moon sing psalm
tunes. Just about as much as you do all
this. You expect the hushed home, and
the siesta 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
| it into your head to consider that the day
has been just as long, and justas busy, and
| for her as for you, and that she needs just
| as much consideration shown her as it is
| her wifely duty to show to you. She is
quite as much in need of bright smiles and
| CHEEKY 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 a houndl" "Great Scott Can't you
keep that child quiet" Or whats the use
| of h,r
| damper! You are enough to ruin Van
derbiltp' That's the keynote of the song
you sing, and yet you think it is dreadful if
she ever makes remark harsher than the
bleat of lamb Suppose you had been a
Hanson cab driver, a Board of Trade man,
cook in restaurant, cash-boy for 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 q single systematized branch of bust
ness? The thousand and one demands made
upon a woman's time and ingenuity to keep
domestic affairs moving with any degree OF
harmony render her the more deserving of
forbearance il things do go 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 chief executive in the
kitchen, while a businessman devotes him
self to single trade or profession. ''~~
There is another thing, sir, before | have
done with you. Often and often have
marked you turning to watch pretty face
or commenting with your men companions
upon the outlines of hne form or slender
foot Have you any more business to d.
that than she has? What a rumpus there
would be In the family if you were to catcl
her making eyes at the men or following ;
bearded face through the streets to SCI
where its owner belonged. What partieu
lar blazes would play about the walls o
"sweet home" if she INDUCED in thes
? little foibles. Yet l say unto you, yea, ant
verify, her latitude in that direction shoul
be Just as wide as yours. What if the wifi
, you married is getting faded like the fabri
+ often washed; what if few lines an
wrinkles have come where the smile in it
dimplement was and crow tracks like tn
, marks of birds feet on the wet and shinin
! sands have traced the skin that once wa
! softer than a rose leaf; what if the ono
graceful shoulders are bent a little an
!, the old-time laughter has left her eyesa
you have the chivalry Of true man i
!, your soul you will revere and honor you
/ wife with greater and increasing tender
q ness as she grows old and faded, for whf
is it, pray, that has aged hers What ha
: stolen her bloom and robbed her glance
= its laughing lghts What but ministerin
. to you and toiling to make your home
n happy one The children have stolen the ros
J, tints from her cheeks and lips and tendin
q to their myriad wants by night and day h;
d deprived her of the easy grace of youth.
4 the dead of the night when the "Bal
n headed Tyrant" asserts himself who TAX
him up and soothes and pacifies hims
II you, you big, drowsy son of Adam! N
# much. Away you skip to distant chal
n Der, while the mother lays her neck und
n the wakeful baby's small pink foot. Pc
If haps you do try to perform your share {
casionally, but you look SO injured and ms
10 tyrized and mad all the time that the tir
n. mother is glad enough to relieve you a
" herself hush the small despot back to stu
a Der.
n. How about boxes of candy taken hon
ar not to the children but to the wife2 ID
4 about pleasant surprises and love toker
m You excuse your indifference and negl'
~ and che withdrawal Of fond and foolish
or tentions, just as dear to her at forty as
twenty, with the thought: sob, well, s
a knows love her, what's the use
10 'spooning' at our age" By and by thu
rb will come time when you shall see
lying in the coffin, perhaps, and you wo'
pe sell your soul that day to be able to sh
ne ne away long years of cold neglect with
re- manifestation of the love that was alw
ar in your heart, certainly, but carefully X
IN on ice Call it "spooning' if you like,
as any other name of contempt. but tell
ad there is nothing so sad in all life's hist
nc as the vanished opportunity to NANTES
mo- love for which some friend went hun
e do. rflrof