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Z3f~ We do not hold ourselves responsible for the opinions expressed by Correspondents. mtTTQ p T-arjjU a ppp may be found on file at 6eo p Rowell & Co’s Nrw«papor Street), where Advertising advertising Bureau (10 Spruce contracts may be made for it in New York. The Recorder is Registered at the Post Office iu WrightsriUe as Second Class Matter. 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 grow brighter and more beautiful. 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. NO. 18. - The Atlanta Constitution. During the coming year—a year that will witness the progress and culmination of the most interesting political contest that has ever taken place in this country— every citizen and every thoughtful person will be compelled to rely upon the newa papers for information. Tfhy not get the best? 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