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The Wife’s Wages.
“Well, Nettie, what do you
want?” said Mr. Jarvers to his wife,
who stood looking rather anxiously
at him after he had paid the factory
hands their week’s wages.
“Why, Donald,” said she. “ I
thought as I had worked for you all
the week I would come for inv
wages, too! You pay Jane two
dollars a week, surely I earn that,
and would like very much to have
it as my own.”
“Pshaw, Nettie, how' ridiculously
you talk ! You know that all 1
have belongs to you and the ehil
dr< n—and don’t I furnish the house
and everything ? What under the
sun would you do with money if
you had it?”
“I know, Donald, that you buy
the necessaries for us all, and I am
willing that you should do so still,
but I should like a little money of
my very own. We have been mar¬
ried fifteen years, and in all that
time I do not seem to have earned a
dollar. As far as money is concern¬
ed I might as well he a slave. I
cannot buy a quart of berries, nor a
book, without asking you for the
money, and I should like to he a lit¬
tle more independent.”
Mr. .TarvTs, proprietor of Jarvis
mills, worth thousands of dollars,
laughed derisively.
“Y'ou’re a fine one to talk of in¬
dependence,” he said. “If you
should start to make your own liv¬
ing, you'd fetch up in the poorhouse
soon enough, for what could you
do to earn a living ? The girls in
the factory know how to do their
work, and they earn their wages.
When I have paid them my duty is
done, but I have to board and clothe
you, and take care of you when you
are sick. If I had to do that for the
girls, they would have precious lit¬
tle money left, I can tell you.”
“Donald, I gave up a good trade
•when I married you. For five years
I had supported myself by it, and
many a time since have I envied my¬
self the purse of those days. As for
my not earning anything now, I
leave it to you to say whether it
would be possible to hire another to
take my place; and how much do
you suppose it would cost you to do
without me a year? I know the
girls has but little left after paying
their expenses, but they enjoy that
little so much. Allie Watson sup¬
ports herself and mother with her
wages, aud they both dress better
than I do. Jennie Hart is helping
her father pay off the mortgage on
his farm, and she is so happy that
she can do so. Even Jane, the
kitchen girl, has more freedom than
I, for out of her own money she is
laying by presents for her relatives,
and will send them Christmas, as
much to her own pleasure as theirs.
Yesterday an Indian woman was at
f.he house with such handsome bead
p-ork to sell, and, although I wanted
jojne money so much, I l)ad not a
Cl)c lUrialjtsmtk Kt ec 0 ti>er.
“ SCIENCE A Is I) RELIGION • 77/J? G CARD IANS OF LIBERTY:'
WRIGHTSVILLE, GEORGIA, SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 1880.
dollar! I felt like crying when
.Tane brought in her weeks wages
and bought a half dozen articles
that I wanted so much. You often
say that all you have is mine, but
five dollars would have give me
more pleasure yesterday than your
hundreds of thousands of dollars
worth of property did.”
“No doubt of that, Mrs. Jarvis.
You have no idea of the value of
money, aud would have enjoyed
buying a lot of head trash that
wouldn’t be worth a cent to any¬
body. Jane needs a guardian if she
fools away her money like that. She
will he in the poorhouse yet if she
don’t look out. It’s lucky that men
do hold the money, for there’s not
a woman in a hundred who knows
how to use it J”
“For shame, Donald Jarvis! You
know better ! Look at Jerry and
Milly Crcg, will you, and say that
he makes the best use of his money.
She is at home with her parents
every night, making her wages go
as far as possible toward makiugthem
comfortable, while he is carousing
in the village, wasting his time and
money, and making a brute of him¬
self besides. And why does Mrs.
Sarton come to receive her husband’s
wages herself; simply because he
cannot get by the saloon with money
in his pocket, and if she did not get
the money they would all go hungry
to bed the day after his wages are
paid. And I believe that every wo¬
man who earns money here spends
it as wisely as the average of men,and
I have yet to hear of one of thorn
being in debt.”
Mr. Jarvis knew that lie could
not gainsay a word lus wife had
said, for they were all true. Luckily
he thought of Jane.
“Well, how much do you suppose
Jane will have left when New Year
conies? If she should get sick how
long could she pay for care such as
you have?”
“It is not likely she will lay up
many dollars out of a hundred a
year; but she is laying up something
lietter, I think. Last winter she
sent her mother a warm shawl and a
pair of shoes, and to her brother and
sister money to buy new stdiool
booft, and the warm, loving letters
they send her do her more good
than twice the amount of money
in the bank would. This year she is
laying by a number of useful and
pretty things for them, and if any
misfortune should happen to Jane
they would only be too glad to help
her.”
“Well, who do you suppose would
heip you if you needed help ?” said
Mr. Jarvis, for want of a better
question. Mrs. Jarvis’ eyes sparkled
angrily as she answered:
“Nobody. If you should lose you
property to-day I should be a beg¬
gar, without a claim on any one
help. You have always held your
purse strings so tightly that it has
been hard enough to ask for my own
necessities, leaving others out alto¬
gether. Many a time a dollar
two would have enabled me to
some poor man or woman untold
good, but although you have always
said that all your property was
mine, I never could and cannot now
command a dollar of it.”
“Lucky you couldn’t, if you wait¬
ed to spend it on beggars.”
“Donald, you know that I would
spend money as wisely as you do.
Who was it that,on last week,gave a
poor lame beggar five dollars to pay
his fare to Boston, and then saw him
throw his crutches aside and make
for the nearest saloon ? Your wife
could not do worse if trusted with
few dollars. You say the money is
all mine, yet you spend it as you
please, while I cannot spend a dol¬
lar without asking you for it, and
telling what I want it for. Any
beggar can get it the same way !
Christmas you bought presents
us and expected us to be very grate¬
ful for them. A shawl for me of
the very color that I cannot wear, a
set of furs for Lucy that she did not
need, a drum for Robin that has
been nuisance ever since, and a lot
of worthless toys that were all brok¬
en up in a week. There was forty
or fifty dollars of my money just the
same as thrown away, yet when I
ask you to trust me with two dollars
a week you cannot imagine what
use I have for it, and fear it will be
wasted. I am sure I could not spend
fifty dollars more foolishly if I tried
to.”
“Well,” snapped the proprietor,
“I guess it is my own money, and I
can spend it as I please. I guess
you’ll know ij, too, when you get
another present.”
“Oh, it is your money then. I
understood you to say it was all
mine, and intended to protest against
your spending it so foolishly. If it
is your own, of course, you have a
right to spend it as you please, but
it seems to me that a woman who
left parents and brothers and sisters,
and all her friends, to make home
for you among strangers, a woman
who has given up her whole life to
you for fifteen years, might be look¬
ed upon with as much favor as you
give to beggars, who are very likely
to he impostors. I know that you
seldom turn them off without help.
Perhaps I would be more successful
if I appealed to you as a beggar. I
might say, kind sir, please allow me
out of your abundant means a small
pittiance for my comfort. It is true
that I have enough to eat, although
I work for my master from morning
till night, and if his children happen
to he sick, from night until morning
again, yet he does not pay me as
much as he does his cook, and I am
often greatly distressed for want of
a trifling sum which he would not
mind giving to a perfect stranger !
The other day while he was from
home, I had to go to the next station
to see a dear friend who was ill, and,
not having a dollar of my own, I
was obliged to borrow the money
from his cook. I was so mortified !
And not long since the berry-woman
came with such nice berries to sell,
and my little girl, who was not well,
wanted some very badly, hut I had
not even five cents to pay for a hand¬
ful for her. Yesterday a friend came
to ask me to assist in a work of
charity. It was a worthy object,
and I longed so much to give her a
little money for so good a purpose,
but though the wife of a rich man I
had no money. Of course I might
ask my husband for money, and if
I told him all about what I wanted
with it, and he approved of my pur¬
pose, and was *n a good humor, he
would give it to me; hut, sir, it is
terribly slavish to have to do so,
even if I could run to him every
time I wanted anything. People
say I am a fortunate woman because
my husband is rich, but I often envy
the factory girls their ability to earn
and spend their own money. And
sometimes I get so wild thinking
about my helplessness that if it was
not for my children I think I should
just drop into the river and end it
all.”
“Nettie! Nettie Jarvis! What
are you saying?” cried the startled
husband at last, for the far away
look in her eyes as if she did not see
him, but was looking for some high¬
er power to help her, touched his
pride, if it did not his heart, for he
had a good deal of pride in a selfish
sort of way. He was proud to be
able to support his family as well as
he did. He was proud to think he
did it himself. He was proud that
when his children needed new shoes
he could tell his wife to take them to
Crispin’s and get what they needed,
lie did it with a flourish. He was
not one of the stingy kind—he liked
to spend money; and when Nettie,
who was once the most spirited
young lady of his acquaintance,
came meekly to him for a dress or a
cloak, he was sometimes tempted to
refuse her money just to show her
how helpless she was without him.
Yes, he was proud of his family, and
wanted them to feel how much they
depended upon him. He would have
felt aggravated if any one had
his wife a legacy, thus allowing
to be independent of his purse. The
idea of her earning money, as his
other work-folks did, never entered
his mind. He “supported her,” that
was his idea of their relations 1 He
never had happened to think that it
was very good of her to take his
money and spend it for the good of
himself and children. He never had
thought that any other woman w'ould
have wished big pay for doing it.
He had even thought himself very
generous for allowing her money to
get things to make the family com¬
fortable. ^ Things began to look dif¬
ferently to him just now. Cou Id it
be that he was not generous, not
even just to his w f ife! Had he paid
her so poorly for her fifteen years of
faithful labor for him that if she
had been obliged to begin the world
for herself that day it would have
been as a penniless woman, not¬
withstanding the houses, the lands
and mills that he had so often
told her were all hers; for he knew,
as every one else did, that not one
dollar of all he had would the law
allow her to call her own.
How fast he thought, standing
there at the office window looking
down at the little houses where the
mill hands lived. Could it be possi¬
ble that his wife envied them any¬
thing? Could it be that lie was not
as good a man as he thought? lie
had felt deeply the w r ro»gs of the
slaves, whose labors had been appro¬
priated by their masters, and when
a negro, who had worked twenty
years for his master before the
emancipation freed him, came to
Jarvis mills* friendless and penniless,
the heart of the proprietor swelled
with indignation at such injustice,
lie was eloquent on the subject, at
homo and abroad, and wondered how
any one could be so cruel and sel¬
fish as to commit such an outrage
against justice. He had called him
a robber many a time, hut now
Donald Jarvis looked to himself
very much like the old slaveholders!
Massa Brown had taken the proeeess
of Cu(fee's labor for his own with¬
out a “thank you” for it. True,
when Cuffec oat he had given him
food, when he was sick he had given
him medicine, and he had clothed
him, too, just as he himself thought
best. Mr. Jarvis had married ?.
loving, conscientious woman, and
for fifteen years had appropriated
her labors. Her recompense had
been food and clothes, such as he
thought best for her. A little bet¬
ter than Cufiee’s, perhaps, but the
similarity of the cases did not please
him. lie had expected his wife to
be very grateful for what he had
done for her, hut now he wondered
that she had not rebelled long ago.
Had his life been a mistake? Had
his wife no more money or liberty
than Cuffec had in bondage. Mas
Donald Jarvis no better than Massa
Brown?
His brain seemed to he in a mud¬
dle, and he looked so strangely that
his wife, anxious to break the spell,
took his arm, saying. “Let us go
home, dear, tea must be waiting for
us.” He took off his hat in a
dreamy way and they walked home
in silence. The children ran joyous¬
ly to meet them. The yard was so
fresh and green, and the flowers so
many and bright, that he wonderi#!
he had never thanked Nettle for
them all. Hitherto he had looked
upon them as his, but now he felt
that his interest in them was only a
few dollars, that would not have
amounted to anything without his
wife’s care. Ilis children were tidy
and sweet, and everything around
and in the house had that cheery
look that rested . him so after the
hard, dull day at the mill. They
sat again at the table, which had
been a source of comfort and
ure to him so many years, and
wondered how he could have
ed it so long without even
the woman who had provided it.
True she had used his money
bringing it all about, hut how else
could his money be of use to
Who else could have turned it
just what he needed day after
for years? 4 n( I began to
W. A. TOMPKINS, Editor.
an undefined feeling that it took
more than money to make a home.
He glanced at his wife’s face as he
buttered his last slice of bread.
It was not that of the fair, rosy
bride whom he had brought to the
mills years before, but at that mo¬
ment he realized that it was far
nearer to him, for he knew that she
had tpven the bloom and freshness
of her youth to make his home
what it was. His daughters had her
rose-leaf cheeks, his sons her youthful
vitality, all had her cheerful, win¬
some w»jb, and comforted him now
as she had in those days when,,
hardly knowing what care meant,
she had lived for him alone.
And a new thought came to him.
“Who was comforting her now when
she had so much care?” Was not
that what he promised to do when he
brought her from her old home?
lie sighed as he thought how far he
had drifted from her while holding
her in a bondage equal to Cuffce’s.
Nay, he felt that her claims were
far more binding than any which
had ever held the negro, and that
his obligations to her were so much
the greater.
Something called the children
out doors, and Mr. Jarvis took his
easy chair. His wife came and stood
beside him. “I fear you are not
well, Donald, or are you displeased
with me?”
He drew her into his arms and
told her how her words had showed
him what manner of man ho was,
and there were words spoken that
need not he written, but from that
day forth a different man was the
proprietor of the Jarvis mills, and
there was a brighter light in Mrs.
Jarvis’ eyes, for at last she had some
thing of her own, nor lias she re
retted that she “applied for wages.”
A BALL OF FIKE.
How Five Tons of Ited-Hot Me¬
tal Jarred the Nerves of an Ohio
Village.
About midnight of Saturday, Cal¬
edonia, Marion county, was visited
by a terrific thunderstorm, accom¬
panied by hail and the most vivid
lightning, flash followed flash in
quick succession. There had been
a political meeting here that even¬
ing, and the people from the neigh¬
boring villages and surrounding
country were detained by the storm.
Suddenly the sky appeared as bright
as noonday, in fact fine print could
easily have been read, so great was
the light, hut strange to say the
light was steady, not flash after flash,
as it would have been had the light
been caused by lightning. A deaf¬
ening roar was heard, continuing to
become louder as the light became
brighter. Gradually the roaring
changed to a hissing, sparkling
sound. It is needless to say the
people were frightened, and, upon
running into the street, a ball of
seeming fire came moving through
the air from the northeast. The
ball seemed to be at least twenty
five feet in diameter. As it neared
the earth the heat could plainly be
felt. The body struck the earth
just north of the village and hur¬
ried over one-half of itself in the
ground. Good judges estimates the
weight at three to five tons, but the
heat is yet so great that it is un¬
comfortable to go nearer than thirty
or forty feet. It looks like a mass
of pig iron. It was visited by hun¬
dreds yesterday. The gentleman
who owns the land on which it fell
has been offered $300 forit.— Cleve¬
land Leader.
All along the line the prospects
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Pennsylvania promises much ;Indiana
and Ohio are with increasing hope¬
fulness; Maine looks better, and
Vermont is not surrendered. In the
south all is solid save Georgia, dis¬
turbed by intestine misunderstand¬
ings, as New York has been. Let
New York’s example prevail “way
down there .”—Next York Star.
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