A number of years have passed since last we observed the lover.  He is husband and father now, but what a change these few years have wrought in him!  Forgotten are the lover’s vows.  She that once his goddess was, is now his slave.  The fulsome flatterer of former times has degenerated into a chronic fault-finder.  With the change of her name has begun his change of treatment of her.  Cast aside are the many courtesies and expressions of endearment that marked his conduct to her prior to marriage, and which were the thousand golden threads that day by day throughout their courtship wove their hearts closely into one.  No bouquets and no costly gifts any more.  The anniversary of her birth and of their wedding day passes by unnoticed by him.  His former efforts to entertain her, to make himself agreeable to her, have altogether ceased.  Rarer, and ever rarer, become his parting and his coming kiss, his “good-bye, dear,” and his “good evening, darling.”  Fewer and fewer become his words of praise.  Irksome becomes the task of staying at home.  He, who once upon a time found life dreary where she was not, who vowed that in her company alone he found happiness, who could not await the evening that would bring him to her, who declared that his affection would never cool, and their whole wedded life would be one continuous honeymoon, now finds her company tedious, her home unattractive.  He looks upon his home as his boarding and lodging-house, upon his wife as the kitchen scullion, or as the nurse of his children, for which services he generally allows her so many dollars a week.  At the breakfast table his face is buried in the morning paper.  He rises without interchanging a word with wife and child.  Absent from home all day long, he is absent still, even when home in the evening.  No sooner has he swallowed his meal, when he buries himself in the newspaper for the rest of the evening, or dozes on the sofa till bedtime, or he has an important business engagement down town, or some meeting to attend, or an important engagement brings other husbands to his house, where they transact any amount of business in the exchange of diamonds for hearts, and clubs for spades.

All day long she has been toiling hard in her home, toiling with hand and brain.  She has been preacher and teacher, physician and druggist, provider and manager, cook and laundress.  The children had to be attended to, purchases had to be made, the meals had to be provided, the servants to be looked after, the house to be gotten in order; there was mending and sewing and baking and cleaning and scrubbing and scouring, which had to be done; there were the children’s lessons, and practicings that had to be looked after; there were the children’s ailments that had to be cured, and there were the hundred other things the husband never dreams of, and which tax a woman’s nerves and strength as much, and often more, than his occupation taxes him.  But not a word of