Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1913-07-09
Out Of the
Frying Pan
And In Due Time Into
the Fire
By SADIE 0LC0TT

What on earth did ! get married
fory' growled AinswortE. slamming
the front door OF his house behind him
and crushing his hat down on his head
as he left his home for business. Tim
eoing down TO that dingy office, where
the sun never creeps In. to slave all
dav by artificial light TO procure food
and clothes for another. Before put
this woke on my neck was free as air.
II wanted a cocktail or a cigar |
bought IL; IL I wanted to play poker
with my friends till In the morning
could do II without being beholden to
any one. Now can't
"oh. for the sense OF freedom that
had when | was singie-free as
bird. light as air! When woke up
In the morning l was not weighed
down By sense OF responsibility as
now. When | went TO bed l didn't
have to listen to reproaches for some
thing had done or something hadn't
aone during the day Instead OF hav-
Ing my way In petty things as | have
now. giving up In the important ones,
had IL in both great and small things.
There were no ten dollar hat frames to
buy. with fifteen dollar ostrich feath-
ers attached; no new spring and fall
costumes because the men who invent
the fashions get them up so that the
unworn and perfectly good garments
Of the last season can't be made over.
What induced me to give up peace.
comfort and freedom to take upon my
self a multitude Of anpoyances and
cares don't know. II were out of 1t
| would never go into 1t again
How In the world shall 1 get
through all have TO do today?' said
Mrs Ainsworth to herself Il wish
were back In the happy days when l
didn't have TO DO drudgery. There's
the washing just come In. and I've
got TO go over all Jim's underclothing.
mend every hole and replace every
button or he'll take my head of when
he puts the things on When was
free mother used TO take care of my
clothes. Now | have to do II myself
and take care OF Jim's too. And yet
the comic papers are full OF silly Jokes
on mothers-in-law. wish mother
were here this morning to give me
lift with ms days work. IL she were
suppose every time she opened her
mouth Jim would growl at her. She
would be his mother-in-law and my
mother or course It wouldn't be so
nice II she were my motherin-law and
his mother Anyway. II wouldn't dis
turb him. He goes down TO his Of
fee every morning and gets rid OF the
household worry till evening. Then
when he comes home I'm expected to
look cheerful and kiss him with a
smile on my lips when I'm dead tired
with all I've been doing during the
day. I'd Just like to change places
with him for one day. | can see him
snow sitting In his Office, scanning
newspaper and smoking a cigar or
chatting about the market and wheth-
er money is easy or tight or what eff
feet the tariff viii have on prices. And
men call those the annoyances Of a
business life. I'd Ike mighty well TO
have one CT them at home and the
cook walk of In a passion an hour be-
fore dinner guess he'd find out
what responsibility means"
-.
''on for home, Mr. AinsworthT" said
Jones, the bookkeeper. at the end of
business hours II wish had home.
| never envy married men so much as
when the days work is over. with Its
annoyances and disappointments. and
you go to your own dwellings. A
pretty wife opens the door for you and
gives You kiss. You sit down TO
dinner Of home cooking; then In the
evening II you are tired you sit beside
table covered with periodicals and
smoke the happy hours away. or II
you like to go out to an amusement
you've some one to go with you-some
one with whom you are congenial.
some one you love"
Just So" was Mr.. Ainsworth's la
comic assent.
But we miserable bachelors" the
garrulous Jones continued. what
must We do-go to desolate room
niied full Of nothing? Nothing meets
Us at the door. Nothing gives us a
welcoming kiss. We sit down on a
ehair and pull nothing down on our
zap to sympathize with US In our dis
tgreeable experiences Of the day.
while we are making a toilet nothing
tanks to us. and when we are ready
tor dinner nothing goes with US. Sim
sie NE Is just brim full Of nothing.
And there you are"
1T beats ALL" growied Ainsworth as
soon as he could get away from Jones.
now persons will be SO stupid as not
70 know when they are well or"
Good afternoon. Mrs. Ainsworth."
saio Miss Elsie Asche. II Just called |