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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. NO. ii.