The Maryville times. (Maryville, Tenn.) 1884-1944, 1898-11-19


wife ought to be the advising partner
IN every firm. She ought to be inter-
ested in all the losses and gains of
shop and store. She ought to have q
right-she has a right-to know
everything. If a man goes into a
business transaction that he dare not
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-
bic 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 as Margaret, the Scotch girl,
has actually been worn out by house
management. There are thousand
martyrs of the kitchen. 1t is very an
noying, after the vexatons 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 very
sad thing when the painter has wife
who does not like pictures; it is very
sad thing for 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"
Here are a man and wife; they
agree in nothing else, but they agree
they will have home. They will have
a 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. Ha! this is happiness.
Float it in the smoking viands; sound
it in the music; whirl it in the dance;
cast it in the snow of sculpture; sound
it 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
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throw them on this pyramid, and let
it be throne; and then let Happi-
ness, the queen, mount the throne,
and we will stand around, and, all
chalices lifted, we will say: Drink,
0 queen! live forever!" But the
guests depart, the flutes are
breathless, the last clash of the
impatient hoofs is heard in the
distance, and the twain of the
household come back to see the queen
of happiness on the throne amidst the
parlor floor. But, alas! as they come
back, the flowers have faded, the sweet
odors have become the smell of a char,
mel house, and instead of the queen OF
happiness there sits there the gaunt
form of Anguish, with bitten lip and
sunken eye, and ashes in her hair.
The romp of the dancers who have left
seems rumbling yet, like EARRING thun-
ders that quake the floor and rattle
the glasses of the feast rim to rim
The spilled wine on the floor turns to
blood. The wreaths of plush have be-
come wriggling reptiles. Terrors catch
tangled in the canopy that overhangs
the couch. A strong gust of wind
comes through the hall and the draw
ing room and the bed chamber, in
which all the lights go out. And from
the lips of the wine breakers come the
words: Happiness is not in us!''
And the arches responds: at is not in
us!" And the silenced instruments OF
music, thrummed on by invisible fin
gers, answer: Happiness is not III
us!" And the frozen lips of Anguish
break open, and seated on the throne
of wilted flowers, she strikes her bony
hands together, and groans: at is
not in mel"
That very night clerk with sal
airy of $1,000 year--only one thou
sand-goes to his home, set up three
months ago, just after the marriage
day. Love meets him at the door;
love sits with him at the table; love
talks over the work of the day; love
:, takes down the Bible and reads of
Him who came our souls to save; and
they kneel, and while they are kneel-
ing-right in that plain room on the
plain carpet-the angels of God build
a throne, not out of flowers that per-
ish and fade away, but out of gar
lands of Heaven, wreath on top of
wreath, amaranth on amaranth, until
the throne is done. Then the harps of
GOD sounded, and suddenly there ap.
i reared one who mounted the throne