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For The Benefit Of Wives

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Day
5
Month
December
Year
1884
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Public Domain
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"Oh dear," sighed pretty little Mrs. Cherrio, over hor sewing; "í really do not know what I shall do, Lhero are so many places around the house that need a man's strong, skilled arin to put them in order. "There aro the cellar stairsthat have so long been out of repair, and wbero poor Betty falls nearly every day. I saw her the othor morning, como down with her arms full of wood, that scattered in all directions, and, though she fortunatelv esca(jed uniiijured, it took me an hour to recover from the fnght it gave me. I really thought when I told George of that he would not neglect another day to sond a man up to attend to it; he promised so faithfully - but here a whole week has passed and tkey are slill in the same perilous condition. Then there's a paño of glass gone from a kitchen window, and thoro are a couple of doors that stick so tight, if we happen to shut theni ittakes a minute or so and all our strength to pull them open. "I have tried to be patiënt and not worry George, tor I know his business cares aro increasing every day; but it does secm to me sometimos as if I can not wait any longer. Yet when pleasanf asking that it be attended to, and then good-natured remiuding that it nas not been Jone, both fail to bring the desired result, and I have kipt another resol ve never to mention the subject again lili something happened to onvince me that a foolish resolve is better broken than kept, and I havo then spoken in a grieved or disagreoable way about it, George acts as if, in the interim, he had done all I wanted a dozen times over, and I was now teasing him for something else - something superfluos - determined ho shall have no peaco of his life. "Dear knows," - and a tear found its way quickly from her eye to her work - "no oneloves peace better than I do, and for the sake of having it, l would gladly do the work myseif, if I only could. But, though I can keep house and do &11 niy sewing, and, I trust briflg up my children ia the way they should go, when it comes to carpentering andjoiniDg, I aai utterly helpless. Oh, dear! I don't see why wonion, wives, can't do everything - for overything scems to be expected of ttem by even tbe best of husbands, as I cönsider mine. But, thore, it's time I interrupted myseif whea I'm getting bit ter toward my husband; 111 run into Mrs. Day's a minuto; sho always coni fortsmo." And, taking hor wörk, sho crossed the yard to her neighbor's. "Dear Mrs. Cherrie, I'm so glad you camo in," said Mrs. Day cheerily, 'I want toshow you tho nice little eupboard l'vo just had put in off the kitchen; I needed somothing of the kind, and discovered sucb a splendid place for it iu i,hisstairvay; and it's socute. and so convenient, isn'tit? Then, vhile that man was hore Í had him put up this mantel-shelf, and swing this door in the other direction - 'tis so much handier - you see; and I do liko to have such things done when I want, them." 'So does every woman, I guess, " replied Mi's. Cherrio, as they moyed toward tho cozy sewing-room and seated themselves. 'I am sure I know of nothing moro exasperating to a woman than to wait forever before she has a few tiifling nocessary things attendod to. I congratúlate you on your good fortune in not having to do it; but 1 must confess I don't see how you manage it!" "Why manage, my dear?" laughed Mrs. Day. "I quito assure you there is no mauaging about it. Whon thero is anythingaro und tho houss requirin the service of a workman I have one coaie up and do it; the bill is sent to my husband, paidby him, and satisaction prevails bétween us." "Well, you aro, indeed, a lucky woman, and it would be a blessing to the sex if more woro situated like you ; but for a happy one who is thore aro a miserable ñve hundrod who are íot." Mrs. Cherrie spoke feelingly, and Mrs. Day, noticing it, half divined the cause, and being a noble woman who would gladly sniooth life's pathway for all her sisters, determined, íf possiblo, to help her. "Perhaps, said she archly, "I inight givo those sorry five hundred a bit of experience and advice that would assist them in attaiDingmyenviable state; for, as you are not a ware, l have not aiways occupied it. Like yourself 1 believe I have ono of the best and kindost of husbands. When his business and income wore small, as he is very handy with tools, he always did all tho little odd jobs about the house hioiself, and kept everything in order." "Just like George," cried interosted Mrs. Cherrie. "But," continued Mrs. Day, "as his business increased, it was utterly impo?sible for him to attend tohome matters. I new, of course, ihat his time was valuable. and 1 did not want him to waste it on the place; nevertheless, it needed attention, and, as I also knew that his income must iprease with his business, I feit that ho could easily have a man como up once in a while, and put things in " shape. He would promise to 'see about it,' and I would wait; remind him of it, successively plead, argue and remonstrate with him abont it, beg tho privilege of haviog it attended to mysejf. The best answer I recoived - l'U not mention the worst - was, Til see to it.' Months and somotimes even a year would roli around, and I was still waiting for a few necossary repairs about the house - trines, which would have taken a workman almost no time to do, vet the want of which bothered me, and wore upon my patienco every day, particularly when I reflected that, as my husband's incomo doubled and trebled, our cozy, pretty place, which we had formerly takon so much pride in keeping up, was actually growiug shabby, for, at this juncture, in atldition to all the rest. now paint was necdod within and without.1' "That is just cxactly the way it is at our house now: I pan't, for tho lifü of mo, sce what makes men act so," cried Mrs. Cherrie, rnpulsively. "It's nature, my dear woman, nature," said Mrs. Day, oracularly; "they don't mean to bo unkind, but their thoughts aro on their business, not in homes, aud tbey aro negligont and. being iway constantly and absorbed with mightior altairs, thoy do nol, can not, realizo how great to us are thesa things that seem so small to theni. "Woll, it's a long limo that hasno turning, aud it must bo an angel's patienoo " that neyer gives out; mino, as you can imagine, had boen exhau9ted and self-replenishcd üfty times, and tho atrength, born of hope revivod upon the samo oíd assurance being reiterated that what 1 wished would bo attended to, has as often boon succeeded by tho heart sickness that proceeds froin hopo deforrod when that assuranco, eaeh time, carne to nothing. "1 knew I was uot unreasonable. 1 wí nted nothing we were not ubundantly ablo to have - notning I folt J. had not, in rny positioa as wife, ruother and housekeeper, a perfect right to have; and I was occasionally so grioved over my husbaud'sdelinquency Iroatly foarod our usual happiness was damagod. "But, of courso, the end earno. I received word thftt n cousin of mine, who is noted in tho town whore sho lives for her immaculato housekoeping, to v?hich sho dovotes all hor tiino and talents, would visit me during tho summer. "Thero had L.hvajs been a touch of rivalry betwecn this coz and niyself, aud knowing sho had absoluto control over her homo and husbaud, ordering everything to suit herself, and that consequenlly she invariably blamed a wife ior all üoticioncie.s about a houso, my anxiety to have tho place put in proper shapo roachod ils climax and 'live or die,' 1 resolved it should bedone before her onival. "I managed to seo my husband alone long enough to set, the caso plainly and dispasssionately before hini; and I must have dono it woll, for wht.n 1 finishod be blamed himself for his heedlessness, declaring he was worso than a bruto to treat me so, when I was so patiënt and good, and begging mo to forgive liim, promised on bis honor to seo about ie to-morrow. " 'Well,' I said, apparently in jost, but reiüly in earnest, 'if you don't do it, I shall see to itaud tfiat eflectually.' " 'l'll do it, without fail,' repeated he, and he meant it, but like thousands bofore him, he reckoned without his host. "On the way to his office nex!, morning, he met a man who wanted sotno work done, out of town, and offerecl him a high prico to go and do it immediatly. He went. Ho camo home late at night and rclated tho ciroumstanco to me, expectiag me to rejoice in his good fortuno. 'An,d, Dy Jove I nevor thought of it till this minute; I didn't seo about that othcr work. Well, thR,t's a shame isn't it, li'.tlo woman?' G"But wilh my lips tightly shut, I answered him not ji vvord, an;l what I thought l'll never teil. "Karly the folio wing morning 1 marched myself to carpenters, painters. and paporhangers, ordered men to take up and beat carpets, and women to clean; in short, gave my dear husband a surprisu party. "When tho work was done - to my entire gatisfaction -tho bilis wero paid by my husband, without a rnurmur, and, from tbat day to this I hare nover bothercd him when anything around tho house demanded attention, and ho is very proud of tho way I keep up the place. "Try my plaD, dear Mrs. Cherrie, and it will work so well you will hoartily thank mo for the suggestion." Which predic'.ions both camo Uuo; and now Mis. Cherrie joins Mr.-. Day in advising all her sisters, similarly placed to go and do likewise, - m

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