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THE JACKSON ECONOMIST.
VOL. VII.
Jhe Wife Who
Keeps her Charm.
\ jj 0W i s it that so many wives
Ip pear to lose their influence over
Ihttir husbands after married
life has lasted a little
Lhile?
How does it happen that their
Bociety no longer enchants those
husbands —that it seems rather to
bore them; that they no longer
have the power to interest, to de
light. to charm?
Again andagain one hears the
! bitter complaint from a wife’s lips :
••Oh, my husband is quite ready to
talk to other woman, and seem
pleased with them, when we meet
them out! But I weary him. and
he takes no pains to hide it. It
was very d : tlerent before we were
married. Then he wanted no one’s
company but mine. He kept tell
ing me I was superior to all other
women, and there was no one who
could compare with me. Why is
it he does not think so now? I’m
exactly the same woman.
I have not changed in any
way.”
“My good lady, that is just your
mistake. You have.
Just compare your attitude today
with what it was in the days when
Edwin was courting you; when
you knew you cared for him, and
hoped with all your heart he cared
for you, but were not sure; how
you tried everything you could
think of to make yourself pleasant
and delightful to him; how you
spared no pains to charm.
Do you do all that
still?
You are amazed at the sugges
tion. Why should you trouble to
assert yourself now that Edwin is
your own? You would have done
anything to make him care; now
he cares. The fact that yon are
married to him is the best proof
of that. You are quite secure, and
can let ycur efforts to please sub
side.
Pardon me, you canuot. Love
needs Keeping, as well as it needs
securing.
There is that in the constitution
of all men that makes them prize
a thing a little less after it is won
than while it is striven for; a little
tendency to weary with a| placid
happiness, and to find a disappoint
ed ideal pall.
When Edwin married you, he
thought vou the most delightful
girl the world held. Why don’t
you let him go on thinking you so
still 9
Because he is your husband is no
reason why he should be treated to
the seamy side, which you hide
from the outside world. Why
should he have your bad temper,
and the general public your sweet
ness? Why should you dress your
best when you go out and your
worst at home? Why Bhould other
people have your bright moods,
your witty sayings, your delightful
efforts to please and to charm, and
only poor Fdwin the frowns and
the frets, the dull moods and the
low spirits? It is too much punish
ment surely for his mistake in hav
ing married you.
No matter how excellent you
may be in your wifely relation in
other ways, no matter how well
you keep his house and bring up
his children and yours, and spend
his money aud maintain his posi
tion, you will still have failed to
play a wife’s true part to him if
WINDER, JACKSON COUNTY, GEORGIA, THURSDAY. MARCH 23, 1899.
you do not keep his heart.
If he feels only duty, only the
i tie of association and common in
terest —not the tenderness, as time
goes on—it will be because you
have not tried to keep the charm
that gilded the honeymoon, and
made him your devoted lover.
Some women know the secret.
They take as much trouble to
please their husbands after years
of marriage as they d:d in the
courting days. They dress for
them; they never ere untidy or
careless before them, or think that
any old frock will do when there is
only Edwin to see. They would
raiher pleaso his eyes than those of
an authority on fashions, and that
painstaking of theirs is never lost.
They keep the best of themselves
forthehouse and tne husband —
the best temper, the gayest mood,
the most loving.
They never forget the small
courtesies and civilities of life, be
cause it is only a husband on
whom they are bestowed.
Their interest in him and his
doiugs never flag, nor their sym
; pathy. They don’t tell him rude
home truths they w ould be shocked
to fling at the merest acquaint
ance ; and they never presume on
the love he bears them to strain it
to the point of snapping. They
don’t weary it out by their con
stant demands on it; they prefer
to make sure of it in a far wiser
way than by insisting daily on be
ing told of its existence. They
keep their husbaud’s love by try
ing to live up to his ideal.
There are many of these wise
women. Would that all wives
were as wise! There wouljl be
fewer unhappy households, fewer
women whose marrying has turned
out a failure and a disappoint
ment, fewer husbands who secretly
feel that matrimony is a mistake.
The woman who keeps her charm
in the eyes of her husband has by
no means always an easy task.
She has to put a restraint upon
herself, she has to be unselfish, she
has to do things often that indo
lence would prompt her to leave
undone, and rule her spirit when
it would much rather not be ruled.
But the price is well worth the
paying for what she gains. She
keeps her lover all through the
years of her marriage; she is queen
of her husband’s heart when other
wives have had to step down from
their thrones, and return to them
no more,
“Come Sis, Let’s Have a
Talk.”
Come here, sis, and sit down
beside me, let m3 give you a little
talking to. I wish to speak to
you of your mother. It may be
you have noticed a care-worn look
upon her face latoly. Of course it
has not been brought there by any
act of yours, yet it is your duty to
cnase it away. I didn’t mean for
you to run at it and shake your
skirts and tell it to ’‘shoo,” as you
would a hen, nor do I expect you
to get on the other side ef the fence
and throw old oyster cans and
pieces of barrel at it. But I want
you to get up to-morrow morning
and get breakfast, and when your
mother comes down and begins to
express her surpsise, go right up
to her and kiss heron the mouth.
You can’t imagine how it will
brighten up her dear old face. Her
face has more wrinkles than
yours, far more, and yet if you
were sick that face would appear
to you to be more beautiful than
an angel’s as it hovered over you,
watching everv opportunity to
minister to your comfort, and every
one of those wrinkles would seem
to be bright wavelets of sunshine
chAsing each over the dear old
face.
She will leave you some of these
days. Those burdens, if not lifted
from her shoulders, will break h- r
down. There, there; don’t cry.
she has not left yet. She down
in the kitchen, stringing beans for
dinner, and if you feel so badly
you might go down and finish
them and let her change her dress
and rest an hour before dinner.
And after dinner tako down her
hair and do it up for her. You
need not wind it over your finger
and fUBs to make spit curls as she
used to do with yours, 'nut give it
a good brushing and wind it up
gently and tenderly, as though
you enjoyed doing it for her. The
young man down in the parlor can
wait until you have performed
these duties. If he makes com
plaint or expresses any impatience,
you may explain to him that you
feel under more obligations to
your mother than you do to him.
—Milwaukee Sun.
Be of Good Cheer.
Half the battle of life consists
in keeping up a cheerful spirit.
When depression comes and the
clouds, when the spirit is loaded
with deadening pain, all work be
comes a drudgery, and life is a
burden and a difficulty. What
ever is done is carried on under
compulsion, with a wish that it
could be avoieed, and a feeling of
pleasure—if so mournful a kind
fo congratulation can be called a
pleasure-—that it is at last com
pleted. And if—because there is
willpower enough todriveit along,
and favorable circumstances
enough to make it successful—it
will afford but little satisfaction,
for the spirit will be loaded with
forebodings, and the mind full of
the prophecies of coming evil. If
any good work be well done, it
must be amid buoyancy of hope.
With this spirit, no matter how
hard the task may be, or how un
promising, there will be energy
enough given to it, aud that facil
ity of skill aud tact that, unless
the hindrances are invincible, will
carry it through to a good
end.
Our religious work very often
lags and fails: not because we are
not earnest in it —perhaps we ex
tend unnecessory labor upon it —
but because it is done under a cloud.
Hope is wanting. There is no en
thusiasm, no spring and eager on
looking and vision of inevitable ac
complishment. But if the heart
is bright, it will be able to go cheer
"ul’v through any experience, and
also hear its disappointments, re
joice in its tribulations, and not
only believe, but know that God
makes all things work together for
good to those who love him. It is
posible; not for all of us all the
time. Moods are many, and we
are liable to fall into dull ones be
times; but it ought to be a part of
Christian effort to drive away the
cloud, if posible, aud turn to the
beautiful and inspiring light.—
Ui.ited Presbyterian.
It Is Said That
When Rome went down 1,800
men owned all the world.
When Babylon went down 2 per
cent <fher population owned all
the wealth.
When Egypt went down 2 per
cent cf her population owned 97
per cent of the wealth.
There are about 50,000,000 peo
ple in England, Ireland and Wales,
ind 100,000 own all the Uuited
Kingdom,
In 1860 there were but three mil
lionaires m the United States and
ro tramps Today there are 35,-
000 millionaires and 1.600,000
tramps.
In the United States three-fifths
ot the entire wealth is owned by
31,C00 persons—less than one
tvvelth of one per cent, of the pop
ulation —Farmers Tribune,
Go out into the groves and •from
the birds learn natures’ law of
freedom and equal rights. Thev
own the woods in common ; the
entire forest is open to the occu
pancy of every one. Each goes
wherever its fancy calls it. Bee
them all he’p themselves to the
luscious berries on yonder tree.
No Rockefeller, Lord Scully or
other monopolist to deny them an
equal share of these berries. No
king bird holds dominion over
large forests wherein none others
dare to enter. Here and there a
pair select a temporary homestead
to raise their family. Happily
and equally all enjoy the boun
ties that a beneficent Creator has
provided for them.
Now from the contemplation of
thiß happy scene turn and see tfr
rough hireling bailiff prohibit a lit
tle homeless, landless child from
playing on Lord Scully’s grass. See
10,000 of up, yes our entire 75,000,-
000 ready to shoulder our muskets
to help him enforce Lord Scully’s
orders. But how came Lord Scully
to have dominion over 3,000,000
acres of land here, and the power
to order us to Keep everybody from
walking upon rhe face of it except
by permission? We made what we
call laws to give him such power,
and yet we claim to have a high or
der ot intelligence and we assemble
every year and grow red in the face
cheering some orator who tells us
how froe and smart we are.—Peo
ples Advocate.
The Value of Advertising.
A business man of Philadelphia
told me the other day that Mr
Wanamaker’s profits from his Phil
adelpha store last year were over $-
1,750,000 and those from New York
establishment will run close to
that figure. The Saturday before
Christmas the receipts in New
York were even greater ' hau those
in Philadelphia and exceeded SSOO,
OOO.The New Y’ork store has paid
a profit from the very day it was
open, although two firms which
occupied the establishment since
A. T. Stewart’s death had failed.
The reason of Mr. Wanamaker’s
great success, both in New York
and Philadelphia, is his skillful
and extensive advertising. Is has
been his rule to confine his adver
tising to newspapers and maga
zines, ou which he has spent annu
ally more than $300,000 in Phila
delphia. The advertising bill of
his New York establishment ex
ceeded even that sum last year.
—W. E. Curtis in Chicago re
cord,
Self- Dependence.
Fight your own battles, hoe your
own roe, ask no favor of any one,
and you will succeed a tbousaud
times better than those who are al
ways bese cliing some one’s patron
age, No one can ever help you
as well as you can yourself, because
no one will be so heartily interest
ed in your affairs. Tne first step
will not be such a long one, per
haps but carving your own way
up the mountain, you make each
one lead to another. Men who
have made fortunes are not those
who had fortunes given them to
start with, but started fair with a
well-earned dollar or two. Men
who have by their own exertion ac
quired fame have not been thrust
into popularity by puffs, begged or
paid for, or giveu in a friondly
spirit. They have outstretched
their hands and touched the pub
lic heart, Mon who win love do
their own wooing. I never knew
a man to fail so signally as one*
who had induced his affectionate*
grandmamma to speek a good word
for him. Whether you work for
fame, for money, or for anything
else, work with your heart, hands
and braui. Say “I will,” and
son e day you will conquer, Too
many friends hurt a man more
than none at all,
An Old Legend.
There is an old legend of a man
who sold his soul to the devil.
The conditions were: For a certain
number of years this mac. was to
have all bis desires gratified by hi
Satanic majesty, at the expiration
of which time his soul was to be
forfeited.
When the time agreed upon had
expired, this man was unwilling to
fulfill his part cf the contract, and
asked the devil upon what terms,
he could be released, the reply
was:
‘ If you will curse your god I will
release you”
“No,” said the man* “I cannot
curse the Being whose nature is
love. Give me something less
fearfully wicked”
“Then kill your father,” replied
the devil, “aud you go free.”
“No,” answered the man, “that
is too horrible to think of. I will
not no other considerations?’
“One more,” replied the devil,
“you must get drunk.”
“That is very easy thing to do,”
the man answered, “and I accept
your proposition. I cannot kill
my father, I will not curse my God,
but I can get drunk, and when
I become sober all will be
well.,’
Accordingly he got drunk, and
when in this condition chanced to
meet his father, who upbraded
him, which so excited theiro of
the drunken audhal'' .wz-.-ii max'
that he slew his father, cursed his
God, then fell down dead, aud the
devil had him without fail.
Only a legend this particular
case. But how true to the facts
regarding the liquor curse. —T.
E. Richey, in Kentucky
Star.
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