Rensselaer Republican, Volume 19, Number 17, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 30 December 1886 — Her Husband. [ARTICLE]

Her Husband.

It is amusing and sometimes disgusting to hear some women talk of relatives or friends not being “congenial.” A wife who makes such a declaration about her husband shows not only poor taste, but a lack of discretion and good sense that is ominous for the future. The degree of congeniality is never increased by such unwisely indiscretions.) “M.v husband’s a real good man, a provider, stiddy as a clock, and all that, but in some things he ain’t a bit congenial,” said a garrulous woman to a friend. “Upon what do you disagree ?” was asked. • “Well, mostly about our reading.” “Why, how so?” “Well, tho fact is, I’m too literary for John.” ” “Indeed!” ——' ~ “Yes, John ain’t a bit literary. Now I always did run to literaryness. I just believe I could write. ” “Did you ever try?” , “Yes; I’ve wrote two or.three poems. They rhyme right straight through. But John he just laughs at me. He says a woman with four children and only a poor carpenter- for a husband ain’t got time to write poetry or be literary. There isn’t tho first literary streak about that man. Now, I’m the greatest reader.” “Does your husband dislike books?” “O, he likes to read the papers and says lie thinks it’s his duty as a voter to keep informed iu politics; and he reads about the labor question, and he’s got some old histories and a book called ‘Macaulay’s Essays’ that he’s forever reading. But when it comes to being literary John ain’t there.” “What do you read?” “O, I read every scrap of poetry in the newspapers I can pick up, and I often have four novels on hand at a time. I’m reading one now called ‘Millicent the. Mad, Mad Maid of the Mist, ’ and I take four splendid story papers and borrow two more. I s'pose mebbe I’d be happier if I wasn’t so literary, but I can’t help it. “And, of course John can’t appreciate my tastes and my kind of reading. He ain’t literary enough for it. And so we ain’t a bit congenial. And I sometimes-fchinkitr-would of been-bet-ter for John if he’d married a woman less literary than me. It’s dreadful to he so literary when your husband ain’t a bit that way. ” Yes—drekdful for the husband.— Youth’s Companion.