EVERY DAY GIANTS.

Mataura Ensign, Volume 7, Issue 365, 13 June 1884, Page 5

EVERY DAY GIANTS.

j The man in the honsehuhl is 3 1 o !: popularly an object of much solicitude on the part of the members of the family. There is an erroneous idea that lie stays down town all day having a good time, that he is always smoking or telling stories, or going out to see that mysterious other man, and that the hard dull routine of business is the last thing that he ever troubles himself about, and when he goes home at night his wife looks at him suspiciously and pny« in a fretful voice : "I should think you'd want to come home somcli::i( v , .j>.hn. Baby's sick, and Harry cut his linger, and the girl has gone to her rim-ins funeral, and there's no lire in ihe r;iii :>■;'. O, dear! If girls knew when tln'y were Avcll oif they'd ' never get married." And Jo 1 111 goes into the. kitchen, whisilns all the \i :■■;•.' h" is jmikirig the lire, holds the b : t by mi! whistle- tiil it] goes to sleep, find is .-till whistling softly^ " Home, Sweet Home," when his wife calls out : " For mercy sake.-. J->hn. do stop that whistling and come to supper. Oil, my poor head !" John goes to supper ; Micro is a whittle about " Home, Sweet Home," strangled in his throat, and it chokes him into silence ; he tries not to think of a sweet, serene face with an aureole of white hair that used to look, at him with fond appreciative cj r es until a few years ago, when the Him of death bhittrd him out. !!is mother, whoh.id always a kind word to welcome him with; to whom he had lakcn.all his foolish boyish holies, his little tormenting cares, his U'e(|ue'nt dis-' appointments, whose eyes held a llame'of. love that lighted his path even yet — his mother ! '„".' ' " John, did you see about Ilu: boiler to-day r" ■ "..'Rii'r^ ! I i\ij."\> .'[.l'-'i'i; y- •_>> n- 'jn"l iiji.'U' ! h.-fl" !'■ ir^ni 1 c-ii "V,.;||."-; hilt '-Vi \\ •■]■,- in'. 1 ' \l>i ' ■ ! 1 1 '.: ; ; 1 1 ■ ' ; I\ . ■' ' " iuvoiuing ! 3 .(.■.> !.i.\l;j!e Jiuciv having a game oE someLh:i.)g_ to. pass away the time, Uut 1 silppo.se 1 can go ; down tomorrow and see about it. li haven't anything to do, women never do have, you know."' " ' John doesn't say anything ; being a man he cannot talk back 'and preserve his own selli-rcspecl; ; be' hasn't the hettrt to whistle, and he would only" 'make mat*■tors wors'e.if,.he did.' r lie would 'rikp~ to cry— yes, he wouhl, 'just as lie. used! to when lie was a boy, l'aec.-do\vnward 011 his own little bed, with his. mother's lov- ■ ing hand caressing his. ha.ir. " iu.cn are only boys s/rown tall, ' ' : Hearts doiijfc change much" after all." • ' IBut he would look well- crying., now,., wouldn't he ? So .he. smokes or reads, the paper, helps undress the. baby 'and- .won* ders, as ho looks at it;, if :lifo is indeed worth, living. • . ■ ... , There may, not. be any. necessity for. ■John's wife always meeting ; Mm. wathia-.i smile and roses in her hair — though she twag ready enough to do that. 1 when,. she was not his wife, but she has other duties now. But just .because h,tr is - big aiid/; strong, anjjjl'dotieS in witkt)id_hoihe"CL\KQl«l-: step, there is no use of her nagging- -at- - him as if he were a! mere, 'circulating ' mojiey-making ..machine.. .. There is,. no litile^;;.;VlQwiW-cn,eekod, rpsy-lijipied bxiby{ that ~&yS l%iTg.|petted" aiiV Better Man,: &at sO stSMt JofirP H^ n&dft/ be praised, too, -amd; to- feel-HLuii Ke is appreciated, and lie doesn't. want, to^ TVjritr until Jie has iypli&id. $e£ep-'of- • ptffcunioiiifej ; either in. order to, be, of some consequence " at.'h&ne. ; '{The l)\diiiiis believe 'in hj&dei : i-' !ki^t|i!c;r. graves' so tl,iat't,he'y can" endure, mortal pain and make no sign.' .b/ut "they', arc stages.. It will not enervate the hous r eh'old John" to send"lnm . from' hp"nii,e." with a kjss and welcome 'him "baclc'vritii a smile, and, , 2vcllio, don't- you .forget. '.it f Tlie armor of love is triple-plated.