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10-DAY AND TO-MORRO W
It there come some Joy to me,
Would you have me stay
With that Joy to sweeten life?
“YeB, Heart, stay to-day,”
Well, then, if I have a dream
Of some coming sorrow,
Shall I wait- to feel ItB fear ?
“That will do to-morrow."
If unto some loving heart %
I’ve a debt to pay ?
“Ah ! that is a mighty debt—
Pay It, Heart, to-day.”
II I’m forced from bitter wrongs
Cruel words to borrow ?
“Then, dear Heart, there Is no haste;
Keep them till to-morrow.
Duty, Kindness and Success
Lose by slow delay :
Duty hath a double right
When it claims to-day.
Kindness dies if It must wait;
Success will not stay—
Unto them comes no to-morrow
If they lose to-day.
“But for Debt and Doubt and Anger,
But for useless sorrow,
Better you should wait a day;
K< ep them lor to-morrow.
And, as every day’s to-day,
You may patience borrow
Thus forever to put off
Such a bad to-morrow.”
Managing a Husband.
“True, Major Flint is a wealthy
man, and good looking, withal, but if
you marry him he will make you his
slave—take my word for it, Miss
Atherton.”
“Do you think so?” said the lady
addressed, quietly looking up from
her embroidery.
“Think so ? I know it. I cannot
have forgotten how his first wife
fared. So gentle and lovely, too, as
Bhe was, yet the poor woman never
dared say her soul was her own—
never ? If she had had a different hus
band, she would undoubtedly have
been alive to-day.”
“Very likely, Mrs. May.”
“And yet, knowing all this, you are
going to take her place.”
“Major Flint will find me a very
different person from his wife,” said
Miss Atherton, composedly. “How
ever, as I do not wish to anticipate
sorrow, we will, if you please, dismiss
w-ie subject.”
This was not the first remonstrance
tWhh Atherton had received on the
subject of her approaching marriage;
but she had made up her mind, it ap
peared, and was now occupied in mak
ing preparations for the wedding.
What had been said respecting
Major Flint and his wife was unques
tionably true. He was a domestic
tyrant, and holding the female under
standing in very slight esteem, con
sidered that the wife ought in all
respects, to be subservient to the hus
band’s will.
His reason for marrying again was
principally from the fact that he
found no housekeeper who would be
sufficiently subservient to his whims
and caprices. Having lost one aft r
another, he came to the conclusion
that he needed a wife, and soon re
solved to tender his hand to Grace
Atherton, who had been a warm per
sonal friend of his lost wife. We will
not analyze her motives for accepting
his proposal, though probably a re
gard for Mr. Flint’s two helpless little
children, who resembled their mother
rather than their father, influenced
her as much as any other motive.
However that might be, the marriage
soon took plaoe, and after a brief
journey Miss Atherton returned as
Mrs. Major Flint, to take the place of
mistress of the household.
Hitherto Major Flint had forborne to
show his hand. Now, however, that
their married life had fairly begun,
he thought it quite time to do so.
“I have given Mrs. Burns a week’s
warning,” he remarked at the break
fast table, the morning after their re
turn.
Mrs. Burns had been housekeeper
and maid-of-all-work, the entire duties
of the household developing upon her.
“And why have you given her a
week’s warning ?” said the lady com
posedly. “Are you not satisfied with
her ?”
“It is not that, madam,” said the
major deliberately.
“Any difficulty about the wages?”
asked his wife, unconcernedly.
"No,” said her husband, feeling
somewhat embarrassed. “The fact is,
Mrs. Flint, there is not very muoh
work to do in our small household,
at least no more than one pair hands
can easily do. My first wife always
did her own work, and with ^ase,
though she was not a very strong
woman.
•«XHd she not die very young ?” sq^d
wife number two, sipping her coffee
composedly.
“Why, yes,” said the obtme Mr.
Flint, a little disconcerted. “You
know the young die as well is the
aged.”
“So I have heard,” returned his
wife.
Major Flint was a good deal puzzled
by the matter-of-fact manner of his
new wife. Her cool self-possession
awed him in spite of himself. If she
had stormed he would have felt better
prepared to meet the emergency.
“I shall permit my children to re
main where they are, at my mother’s,
until you get accustomed to the house
a little. “In the course of the week,”
he added, “you will get an idea of the
extent of the work by observing Mrs.
Burns.”
Rising from the table, he was about
to leave the room, when his footsteps
were arrested by the simple address—
“Major Flint!”
“Well ?” said he.
“It appears that you have been
making arrangements without con
sulting me.”
Major Flint was astonished.
“You, madam ! Why should I c in
sult you about my arrangements?”
“Because I may not approve them.”
“Mrs. Flint,” said the major, “it is
your duty to acquiesce in whatever
plans I, as your husband, see fit to
form.”
“Indeed, I never took that view of
the matter,” said Mrs. Flint.
“Then the sooner you take it the
better,” was the reply.
“Do you expect me to perform all
the labor required in this establish
ment?”
“Exactly so, madam.”
“I believe you are considered a rich
man, Major Flint?”
“I am accounted so, madam,” he
replied complacently.
“And you are quite able to hire do
mestic service, are you not?”
“Yes, if it were needful.”
“Suppose I say it is needful.”
“I should take the liberty to doubt
it, madam,” he replied.
“Very well, Mr. Flint, since you
force it upon me, I may as well tell
you first'as last my decision upon this
point. You offered me the position of
wife, not that of maid servant. On
this understanding I accepted you.
Yet, if your circumstances ever be
come such as to require it, I shall not
hesitate for a moment to conform my
self to them. I only object to assum
ing a burden which, from your own
account, appears to be quite needless.
I am very willing to superintend the
household arrangements, as I consider
that a duty which devolves upon me
as your wife.”
“I have listened to your arguments,
Mrs. Flint and they are weak. They
do not weigh with me, madam.”
“It is to be regretted.”
“The first Mrs. Flint better under
stood her duties as a wife,” he return
ed excitedly. “But it is quite useless
to discuss the point with you, madam.
However, this day week Mrs. Burns
leaves us, and I expect you to assume
her duties.”
Mrs. Flint smiled. Major Flint
frowned. Then, taking his hat and
cane, he excitedly went from the
room.
“There’s nothing like beginning
right,” he said,mentally, planting his
cane firmly do.vn upon the pave
ment. “If Mrs. Flint married me
with the idea of squandering my
money In silks, furbelows and things,
she’ll find it difficult in my establish
ment. I don’t intend to encourage fe
male insubordination. I believe the
husband was born to govern—the
wife to obey. If more husbands had
my firmness, my tact in governing,
things would be different at the pres
ent day.”
Mrs. Flint left at home, summoned
the housekeeper.
“I learn that my husband has given
you a week’s warning,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Is it your wish to leave us ?”
“Oh, no, Mrs. Flint, for I don't
know where I could find another
place and I have to pay my little girl’s
board out of my wages.”
“I believe there is considerable work
to be done here?”
“Yes, Mrs. Flint, a great deal. Then
Mr. Flint is so peculiar—he wants
everything done just so. And that’s
why I’m sorry to go just as you come;
I know you are easy to please.”
“How do you know that ?”
“By your face—it looks so good-
natured. Major Flint says, ma’am,”
she continued hesitatingly, “that I am
to show you some about the work.
But If you try to do it alone, unused
to hard work as you are, it will make
you siok.”
“I think very likely it would, Mrs. ]
Burns. But I have not the slightest
idea of doing the work. At all events
you must not secure another situation
until you hear from me again. I am
very confident,” she aJded, smiling,
“that if Mr. Flint sends you away,
Mrs. Burns, he will bo glad to take
you back.”
Tbe week passed quickly.
“Mrs. Burns leaves to-morrow,”
said the major, at the tea table,
“Then you have quite decided upon
it ?”
“Yes; I believe I announced the
fact to you some time ago.”
“I thought it possible that my oh
jections might have weighed with you
and induced you to change your
mind.”
“I never change my mind,” said
her husband, loftily.
“But I warn you I have little experi
ence as a cook.”
“You can learn.”
“Perhaps I may not cook to suit
your taste,” she persisted.
“That is my affair.”
Had he been aware of the plot form
ing in the lady’s fertile brain, he
might not have felt so confident in re
gard to the quality of his bread and
butter; and he retired for the night
unconscious of the discipline to be
meted out to him.
So the following morning Mrs.
Burns received her wages and was
sent off. At ten o’clock the market
ing was brought home. At the usual
dinner hour Major Flint made his ap
pearance. The table was laid with
more than usual neatness. Major
Flint congratulated himself on this
fact as a personal triumph on his part.
But he hardly felt so complacent when
the dinner came up. The beef was
terribly overdone ; the vegetables, on
the contrary, were not half cooked.
In short there was nothing fit to eat
on the iaole. This Major Flint rather
angrily remarked.
“I dare say ; I am not a very good
cook,” said nis wue.
With his appetite only half satisfied
he rose from the table.
The following morning breakfast
was delayed more than half an hour
and when ready it was scarcely eata
ble. Major Flint was quite out of
humor; but in reply to his remon
strance his wife said:
“I warned you that I might not
cook to suit your taste.”
And so matters deteriorated rather
than improved. The tea and coffee
prepared by his wife were nauseating
to him, while the bread was not only
sour, but hard and clammy, requiring
considerable effort to masticate it. And
what rendered it all the more exaspera
ting was that, no matter how inferior
in quality or distasteful to himself,dbis
wife piofessed her inability to dis
cover any fault in what was prepared
for the table, protesting that it just
suited her tastes.
The following day Major Flint
seated himself at the dinner table, his
mind filled with various emotions.
He was growing thin, he felt sure; not
a decent meal had he eaten for three
days.
“This woman will be the death of
me, as sure as fate!” he said to him
self, gazing at the iood placed before
him.
Here was the rich juicy steak that
he himself selected and sent from the
market, after all his instructions As to
how it should be broiled, shockingly
overdone—in fact, almost burned to a
crisp, his wife, meantime, partaking
of it with great apparent relish.
“What a taste that woman must
have!” he said to himself.
“I have made vou an extra cup of
tea, to-day,” said the lady opposite,
handing him a cup of tea with his
desert.
Hitherto Mr. Flint had been very
particular in regard to his cup of tea
at desert, insisting that it should be
brought to the table both strong and
hot. Had the tea been prepared to
his taste, it would have soothed some
what the riotous emotions within ; on
the contrary, it was miserably weak,
quite lukewarm and bratlsh. He
took one sip at the tea and then set
the cup down forcibly on the table,his
face expressing his disgust.
Madam glanced up at him from un
der her long eyelashes, sipping from
her cup industriously that her facial
musole might not betray the amuse
ment she felt.
“I knew yon wou hink the tea
excellent,” she said. «
This was too muoh. His rage and
disgust fairly boiled over.
“Tea, madam, teal” he roared.
“You call such abominable stuff tea,
do you ? Excellent, Is it? Excellent!”
“It is exsellent,” said madam,
sweetly, taking him at his word and
ignoring the exclamation points ut
terly. “Mamma taught me to make
tea when—”
M»jor Flint had stood fire for three
whole days, but flesh and blood could
endure )t no longer. Not waiting to
hear more he eeized his hat in both
hands and started for the street. Taen,
as if forgetful ef something, he rt-
traced his step, and, thrusting his
head in at the open door, he shouted—
“Can you tell me where Mrs.
Burns went when she left here ?”
“1 think,” said madam deliberately,
“if my memory serves me rightly, I
heard her speak of stopping with her
little girl at Mrs. March’s till she se
cured a situation.”
The major departed,
James Bruce’s Beefsteak.
Many of the events hejdescribed were
so extraordinary that they were im
mediately discredited, greatly to the
inj ury of the book—so much so that
copies of the work were found on sale
soon after publication as waste paper.
Later travelers, however, substantiat
ed Bruce’s claims to veracity; and
Bruce undoubtedly was firm on that
point. “What I have written I have
written,” are the concluding words to
his preface, and this was his invarl •
able reply to every sceptic. Once he
startled a doubting friend by a practi
cal exemplification of the statement
that the natives of Abyssinia eat raw
beef. Tne friend, who was at dinner
with Bruce, had said that such a cus
tom was “impossible.”
Bruce rose from the table and left
the room without a word, returning
shortly afterward with a piece of raw
beefsteak, peppered and salted a la
Abyssinia. “Now, then,” he said to
the gentleman, “eat that or fight me.”
The steak was eaten, the traveler
adding, “Now, sir, you will never
again say it is impossible.”
College Ptaronymics.
A few years ago one of the students
at Bowdoin College bore the euphoni
ous title of “Spud.” He was a fine
scholar, and after graduation was
chosen an instructor in the college.
Of course his student name still clings
to him. He knew it, and didn’t like
it. He was very dignified, and his
professional chair did not diminish
the gravity of his demeanor. One
day some boys playing ball near the
door of a recitation room in which
“Spud” was conducting a Latin exer
cise, annoyed this expounder of sub-
iectives and the intricacies of indirect
discourse, and calling a sophomore to
him, he said : “Please go to the door,
Mr. A., and say to those players that
I desire them to cease their play or
make less noise.” A. went to the
door, stuck his head out, and shouted
in stentorian tones : “Here, you fel
lows! Spud says dry up!” Another
professor at the same college bore the
nickname “Kaigar,” from two com
mon Greek words. In fact very few
professors in any American college
escape familiar or opprobrious nick
names at the hands of the students.
One of the Happiest hits of this sort
was at the expense of a certain Yale
professor who was called “Old Spon
dee”—a spondee, in metrical versifi-
ation consisting of two long feet.
Too Much Horse.
Gambling on horses has become
a great national vice which has devel
oped itself within a tolerably recent
period. Years ago it was the trotting
horse which commanded the most at
tention in this country. Every gen
tleman who owned a buggy, and
every boy who drove a wagon was in
terested in the great trotting matches
of those days when Flora Temple was
in her glory. But the modern race
horse i9 an English invention, and
was not in favor here at the North un-
t’l after the civii war was over, al
though many Southerners did patron
ize that form of sport. But our paper-
money era brought into existence a
class of wealthy men who deliberately
undertook to nautralize the race-track
in the United States, with all its at
tendant wickedness. The Belmonts,the
Lorrillards, Jeromes, Keenes, Trav
erses, and other rich meu openly pa
tronize the jockey and the book
maker. The result has been that we
now have racing every day for over
six months in the year. The voice of
the pool auctioneer is never silent, and
literally millions of dollars are wager
ed daily on that most treacherous of
all kinds of betting, the contests be
tween horses. Every one knows that
in no game of chance are the odds so
heavily against those who put up
their money as in horse racing. The
winning of the Derby and the Grand
prix of Paris by American houses last
year added immensely to the popular
ity of the American race-track. The
trouble is that there seems to be no
way of curing the infatuation of those
who make it a business of gambol
on horse-races. The laws of j
are openly violated by mfl
names stand high in the co|
and financial world; nor
seem to be any effectual pro|
press or pulpit.—From
Monthly forNovember.
Facts and Fancies.
—Regarding peach disease—yellows
—Professor Goessman, of the Massa
chusetts Agricultural College, fo.und
that poor soil favored its spread. By
treating trees to a dressing of super-
phosphata and muriate of potash, a]
plied around the base and well br<
casted, he restored them to good
health. The cause is due toImpov.ejiv^.^w*-
ishment.
—Ashes should never be thrown
upon manure heaps, nor mixed with
any kind of manure, as the caustic
potash liberates the ammonia, which
is very d.fflcult to save. Therefore
spread ashes immediately upon the
land, whether grass or cultivated.
—Jay Gould has given the Philadel
phia ship builders, Cramp & Son, the
contract for his fast yacht.
—Tbe Baroness Burdett- Coutts-Bart-
Will Read Either Way,
Our young friends have heard of
palindromes—words or lines that read
and spell the same backward or for
ward. The following sentences,
printed in the London Truth, simply
make sense read word by word either
way:
“Solomon had vast treasures—sliver
and gold—things precious. Happy
and rioh and wise was he. Faithfully
served he God.
“She sits lamenting sadly, often too
much alone.
“Mania noble and generous often,
sometimes vain and cowardly.
“Carefully boiled eggs are good aud
palatable.”
Ahead of Jno. Beell.
The ex-King Cetewayo still sticks
to beef as the chief article of his diet;
oar beef he considers good, but not so
good as that of his own oountry, for
there Is too much fat about it. The
other day fourteen pounds had been
prepared for his breakfast and that of
his three chiefs. The latter ate thir
teen pounds before Cetewayo made
his appearanoe, so a fresh supply had
• to be oooked.
room,
absorbed all th^<
gases in the 100^., the air of
will have become purer, btic the
utterly filthy. The colder the water*
the greater is its capacity to contain
these gases. At ordinary temperatures
a pail of water will eon tain a pint of
carbonic acid gas and several pints of
ammonia. The capacity is nearly
doubled by reducing the water to 82°.
Hence, water kept in a room a i
time is always unfit for use. Fori
same reason the water from a pu^
should alwavs be pumped out in
morning befote any of it is used,
pure water is more injurious than
pure air.
The Match Monopoly in Fraj
The annual reports of the Flinch
Match Company are very chary of
details respecting the financial results
of the monopoly , although they enter
into very minute and unnecessary
particulars of the manufacture of stock.
All that can be gathered from the re
port of 1881 is that the deficit in the
profit aud loss account was reduced
during the year from 11,631,377 francs
to 8,614 889 francs.
The general result appears to be
that the consumption of matches in
France during the year still amounted
to only 26,000,000,000, while the com
pany, under its contract with the
Htate, has to pay a per centage on a
minimum quantity of 40,000,000,00(1.
The oompany has never yet pail a
dividend, and the prospeot of the
share-holders ever receiving one is
very remote.
“George,” asked the teacher of a
Sunday school class, “who, above all
others, shall you wish to see when
you get to heaven ?” With a faoe
brightened up with anticipation,
little fellow shouted, “Gerllah I”
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