Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1898-10-29

endured martyrdom as we'll as Marga-
ret, the Scotch girl, has actually been
worn out by house management.
There are thousand martyrs of the
kitchen It is very annoying, after the
vexations 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 trou-
BILE. You ought to be in the store half
en- hour" Sympathy of occupations If
the husbands 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. 1t 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 un-
less her husband has what is called q
"gentsel business. F." So far as l under
stand "genteel business, it is some
thing to which man goes at 10 O'Clock
in the morning and from which he
comes home at or 8 o'clock IN the
afternoon and gets large amount Of
money for doing nothing. That is, be-
lieve, "genteel business, and there
has been many n wife who has made
tho mistake of not being satisfied until
the husband has given up the tanning
Of the hides, or the turning of the ban
listers, or the building of the walls and
put himself in circles where he has
nothing to do but smoke cigars and
drink wine and get himself into habits
that upset him, going down in the
maelstrom, taking his wife and children
with him. There are good many trains
running from earth to destruction.
They start all hours of the day and all
hours of the night. There are the
freight trains. They govery slowly and
very heavily, and there are the accom-
mediation trains going on toward de-
struction, and they stop very often and
let man get out when he wants to,
but genteel idleness is an express
train, satan is the stoker and death is
the engineer, and, though one may come
out in front of it and swing the red flag
of changer" or the lantern of Gods
word, it makes just one shot into perdi-
ton, coming down the embankment
with shout and q vail and shrek
crash, crash There are two classes OF
people sure of destruction-frst,t those
who have nothing to do secondly,
those who have something to, but who
are too lazy or too proud to do it.
Let Eros Reign.
I have ono more word of advice to
give to those who would have happy
bone, and that is let love preside in it.
When your behavior in the domestic
circle becomes mere matter of calcu-
lation, when the caress you give is
merely the result of deliberate study Of
the position you occupy, happiness lies
stark dead Oh the hearthstone. When
the husbands position as 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, ye who
promised to love each other at the altar,
how dare you commit perjury? Let no
shadow of suspicion come on your a1fec-
ton. 1t is easier to kill that flower than
it is to make it live again. The blast
from bell that puts out that light leaves
you in the blackness of darkness for
ever.
Here are man and wife. They agree
in nothing else, but they agree they
will have a home. They will have a
splendid house, and they think that if
they have a house they will have a
home. Architects make tie plan, and
the mechanics execute it, the house to
cost 500, 600. 1t is done. The carpets
are spread, 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 dan
GERS 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 happi-
ness Float it Oh the smoking viands!
Sound it in the music Whirl it in the
dance Cast it in the snow Of sculpture E!
Sound it up the brilliant stairway!
Flash it in chandeliers Happiness in
deed
Let as build on the center of the par
lor floor a throne to happiness; let all
the guests, when come il, bring their
flowers and pearls and diamonds, and
throw them Oh this pyramid, and let it
be throne. and then let happiness, the
queen, mount the throne, and we will
stand around, and, all chalices lifted,
we will say, "Drink, O queen; live
foreverp' But the guests depart, the
flutes are hreathless, the last clash OF
the impatient boots is heard in the dis;
tal,,, and the twain Of the household
come back to see the queen OF happiness
on the throne amid the parlor floor.
But, alas, as they como back, the flow
ers have faded, the sweet odors have
become the smell of charnel house,
and instead of the queen of happiness
there sits there the gaunt form OF an
guish with bitten lip and sunken eye
and ashes in her hair. The romp of the
dancers who have left seems rumbling
yet, like Earring thunders that quake
the floor and rattle the glasses of the
feast rim to rim. The spilled wine on
the Goor turns into blood. The wreaths
of plush have become wrissling rep
tiles. Terrors catch tangled i'll the can
opy that overhangs the couch. A strong
gust of wind comes through the hall
and the drawing room and the bed
chamber. in which all the lights 20 out.