Evening journal., 1899-06-15
POST MARRIAGE VIEW.
An Instance Which shows now q
Welded Life Changes Many
Ideas and Ideals.

The point Of view of husband and
wife after marriage differs frequently |
and radically from the horizon that
bounded the sky of the engagement
season. The first year Of married life |
is the most difficult year to live. for it
takes infinite patience as well as in
finite love TO adjust ones self and
tastes to another, even if the other is
the beloved companion of life. The fol-
loe'ing story illustrates the tiny speclS
that mars the blue sky or the little rift
within the lutte that makes discord out
Of domestic harmony:
"The wedding day Of this young
couple was far enough in the distance
to show a decided linear perspective,
and the husband had come TO know his
wife sufficiently well TO feel that,
though she might be a very good little
wife. she was not the wingless angel he
had at first supposed her, and he was
not always exactly pleased with every
thing she did. Only little things, OF
course, but, knowing that great oaks
from little acorns grow, he felt II his
duty to comment occasionally upon
these little shortcomings.
"'Jennie, he said one day, coming
into the parlor, where the little wife
was warbling a love song at the piano
and exhibiting an altogether care-free
enjoyment of life, which grated upon
the feelings at that moment, Jennie,
he repeated, there's hole in one Of my
socks, and l don't believe that you
mended them at ALL 'No?' queried
Jennie in an enigmatical tone, and con-
tinued her music, apparently without
further thought upon the subject. But
inwardly she was angry, and very an
CRY. She had been we'll brought up by
a housekeeperly mother, and TO be told
that she did not darn her husbands
stockings was gall and wormwood.
"'I'll let him know whether / mend
his socks or not she said to herself
the next morning. the insult still rank
ling, though she had kissed her hus-
band good-by with wifely affection.
Then She put on her hat and coat and
hied herself to the nearest dry goods
shop, and there she purchased goodly
, quantity of bright, scarlet darning cot
ton. 4 won't miss a hole, either she
murmured to herself, vindictively, as
she sat down that afternoon to attend
to the small family mending. She
/ didn't. If there was a suspicion of 9
J break in a thread it was a sufficient ex
cuse to put in a stitch of the brigh'
! scarlet His feet viii look like pail
of paroquets, she said smiling wicked
/ ly as she completed her task.
Whether the young husband had no
; an eye for color, or whether his con
; science smote him for his former harsh
; ness will never be known. for be neve
said word concerning this bright EN-
{ broidery, and IT might have been con
; tinued indefinitely II his mother-in
law had not made her appearance oil
the scene. She felt it her duty to Sc
u straight any little matters that wer
Y going and one OF the first thing
y her sharp eyes espied was the red
e speckled black socks that came fror
= the family wash.
. '" sfs it possible, Jennie, she said, /
II grieved tones, that, after all the II
e struction 1 have given ydu, and all m
= efforts to make you good house
= keeper, you should go and darn you
u husbands socks with red cotton? Civ
~ them to me. That must be all take
IL out and they must be darned over, eac
ie with the color of the sock Mamm'
ie in-law heaved a deep sigh as she s;
le down to her self-imposed task whii
~ her daughter, with a wicked twinkle
her eyes, went to the piano to sing car
lessly the chorus of an old song; An
Adam, the very first man, the very fir
woman obeyed.' Chicago Chroniel