Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1898-12-02

tell his wife of, you may depend that
he is on the way to either bankruptcy
or moral ruin. There may be some
things which he does not wish to trou-
BILE his wife with; but if he dare not
tell her, he is on the road to discom-
future. On the other hand, the hus-
band ought TO be sympathetic with
the wife's occupation. 1t is no easy
thing to keep house. Many a woman
who could have endured martyrdom
as well rs Margaret, the Scotch girl,
has actually been worn out by house
management There are n thousand
martyrs of the kitchen. II is very an
noying, after the yeXations of the day
around the stove or the register or the
table, or in the nursery or parlor, to
have the husband say: "You know
nothing about trouble; you ought to
be in the store half an hour" Sym
pathy of occupation! If the hus-
bands work cover him with the SCOT
of the furnace or the odors of leather
or soap factories, let not the wife be
easily Disguised at the begrimed
hands or unsavory aroma. Your gains
are one, your interests are one, your
losses are one; lay hold of the work OF
life with both hands, Four hands to
fight the battles; four eyes to watch
for the danger; four shoulders on
which to carry the trials. 1t is n very
sad thing when the painter has a wife
who does not like pictures; it is very
sad thing for a pianist when she has
husband who does not like music,
1t is very sad thing when wife is
not suited unless her husband has
what is called "genteel business"
| have one word of advice to give to
those who would have happy home,
and that is, let love preside in it. When
your behavior in the domestic circle
becomes a mere matter of calculation;
when the caress you give is merely the
result of deliberate study of the posi-
ton you occupy, happiness lies stark
dead on the hearthstone. When the
husbands position as the head of the
household is maintained by loudness
of voice, by strength of arm, by fire of
temper, the republic of domestic bliss
has become despotism that neither
God nor man will abide. Oh, We who
promised to love each other at the al
tar! how dare you commit perjury?
Let no shadow of suspicion come on
your affection. 1t is easier to kill that
flower than it is to make it live again.
The blast from hell that puts out that
light, leaves you in the blackness Of
darkness forever.
Here are man and wife; they
agree in nothing else, but they agree
they will have home. They will have
u splendid house, and they think that
if they have house they will have a
home. Architects make the plan, and
the mechanics execute it; the house to
cost 100000. 1t is done. The carpets
are spread; the lights are hoisted;
curtains are hung; cards of invitation
sent out. The horses in gold-plated
harness prance at the gate; guests
come in and take their places; the
flute sounds; the dancers go up and
down; and with one grand whirl the
wealth and the fashion and the mirth
| of the great town wheel amid the
pictured walls. la! this is happiness.
| Float it in the smoking viands; sound
| it in the music; whirl il in the dance;
cast it in the snow of sculpture; sound
il up the brilliant stairway; flash it in
the chadeliers. Happiness, indeed!
Let us build on the center of the par
Tor floor throne to Happiness; let all
the guests, when come in, bring their
flowers and pearls and diamonds, and
throw them on this pyramid, and let
ii be "A throne; and then let lIappi-
ness, the queen, mount the throne,
and we will stand around, and, all
chalccs lifted, we will say: Drink
o queen! live forever" But the
guests depart, the flutes are
breathless, the last clash of tie
impatient hoofs is heard in the
distance, and the twain of the
household come back TO see the queer
of happiness on the throne amidst tn,
rGrlor floor. But, alas! as they come
back, the flowers have faded, the swee
odors have become the smell of char
mel house, and instead of the queen q
happiness there sits there the gaun'
form of Anguish, with bitten lip ant
sunken eye, and ashes in her hair
The romp of the dancers who have lief
seems rumbling yet, like iarring thun
ders that quake the floor and rattl,
the glasses of the feast rim to rim
The spilled wine on the floor turns t.
blood. The wreaths of plush have be
come wriggling reptiles. Terrofs cate!
tangled in the canopy that overhangj
the couch. A strong gust of wine
comes through the hall and the draw
ing room and the bed chamber, il
which all the lights go out. And from
the lips of the wine breakers come tn,
words: Happiness is not in us!'
And the arches respond: ut is not il
us!" And the silcnccd instruments o
music, thrummed on by invisible fin
gers, answer: Happiness is not il
us!" And the frozen lips of Anguish
break open, and seated on the thron
OF wilted flowers, she strikes her bon.
hands together, and groans: ut i
not in mel"
That very night a clerk with sal
airy of $1,000 a year--only one thou
sand-goes to his home, set up tire,
months ago, just after the marriage
day. Love meets him at the door
, love sits with him at the table; low
talks over the work of the day; low
, takes down the Bible and reads o
, Him who came our souls to save; ant
they kneel, and while they are kneel
! inp-ripht i'm that plain room on tn