Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1872-12-27
MANAGING A MAN.

s"oo'oS1, anu ucdfest lltbIe girl IN Hills
burg, aud when Tom Carter fell head
over neels in love with her no one blamed
him in the least.
And when the old parson gave consent,
ana they went to housekeeping in cosy
Dlrd-nest OF little house on the south
side OF the town, everybody prophesied
all sorts of happiness for the pretty bride.
And, truth to tell, Nellie Carter was
very happy.
It is a very pretty thing to go to house
keeping for the first time, with every
thing speck- and span new and shiny, ana
if YOU have some one you love very mucn
for companion, il is still pleasanter.
Now Nellie did love that great blubber.
ing Tom Carter with all her might and
main, and there was only one thing to
disturb her peace. She was the very
pink of tidiness, and Tom the most care.
less fellow alive.
He kept his person neat and nice--but
he kept his personal belongings anything
else. In vain did Nellie braid handsome
merino case, and tack it inside the closet
door for Tom to put his slippers in-Tom
would persist in tossing them under the
parlor sofa, "to have 'em handy" In
vain did she gently suggest that the rack
in the hall was the place for his hat and
overcoat; wet or dry, he would lay his
overcoat on her pretty, smoothly made,
bed, and drop his hat anywhere.
IN vain did Nellie make a place for
everything, for Tom invariably tossed
everything in some other place. Now
little Mrs. Nellie was only human, and
TOMS slovenly ways annoyed her exceed
ingly. She resolved not to spoil the peace
of their cosy home by scolding, but how
to cure him she could not tell.
She bore with him with the patience OF
an angel, till one morning he had gone up
town, and she went into the parlor, broom
in hand, and there lay Toms big shawl
right across the comfortable, ruthlessly
crushing beneath it the tribes that lay on
the marble top.
said she, as she raised the shawl from
the delicate treasure, aud discovered the
ruins of a favOrite Bohemian vase.
81 don't know what to do, but this
won't have" she continued, with a little
bit of wifely snap, which every good wife
must have If she expects to get along at
all with that occasionally unreasonable
animal, man.
Some way must be discovered to cure
Tom of such performances as this p
went on Mrs. Nellie, as she removed the
ruins OF the vase, and all the morning
she went around at her work with scar
let lips closely compressed, and little
flash in her brown eyes which argued
we'll for Mr.. Toms domestic subiuga-
ton.
Woman's wit, having will, seldom
fails to find a way. And when a deter
mined little woman says "must'' and
SHALL" masculine INSTRUMENTATION
might as we'll surrender at once.
Before Mrs. Nellie closed her bright
eyes that night, she had arranged plans
for that campaign against her liege lord,
who slept the sleep of innocence at her
side.
But she meant to give him one more
chance. So, after breakfast, when Tom
drew on his boots and gave his slippers
the usual toss under the sofa, she gently
said:
"Tom, dear, hadn't you better put the
slippers in the case ?"
No, let 'em alone, they'll be handy
tonight"
but, Tom, they look so untidy ?"
Why, no they don't. A things looks
as well in one place as another. What's
the use of mans having home if he
can't keeps things where he wants to ?'
What's the use of keeping a woman
on her feet all day to pick up things after
your" asked Nellie, without the least
show of temper.
Don't pick 'em up. Just let 'em alone
and then can find 'em when 1 want 'em, y
declared Tom, as he gave her kiss and
took himself off,
And at the moment the door closed on
him, Nellie's red lips compressed again,
and her brown eyes wore the same look
thew had worn Yesterday
War 1T is, then" she said to herself.
Now, Master Tom, we shall see who wins
the field"
She sat quietly about her mornings
work, and when Tom came home to din
ner everything was in its usual good or
der. 1t remained so, and Nellie busted
herself with her sewing until nearly time
TOR Tom to return to supper.
Then she arose, put away her work, and
prepared. to open the campaign.
First, she put Toms slippers where he
always left them, under the sofa. Then
she tossed the shawl upon the piano, and
his best hat upon the comfortable. She
brought some of her dresses and flung
them across the chairs and on the sofa
her furs and sacque repOsed IN Toms
especial arm chair, and her best bonnet
Kept Toms slippers company under the
sofa, while her own slippers lay on the
mantle.
And then, thinking that feminine inge-
nuity cou d make no greater sacrifice than
her Sunday bonnet, she sat down to
crotcheting al
Presently the door opened, and in walk
ed Master Tom. He gave low whistle
of surprise as he glanced at the unusual
disorder, and at Nellie, sitting calmly in
the midst with her crochet work, and then
came into the room.
"House cleaning, Nell?'' he asked.
"Oh, no. Why?" said Nellie, looking
up in sweet Inconsistencies.
81 thought maybe you had been, that's
all, remarked Tom dryly, as he looked
for place to sit down
Nellie quietly pursued her work.
Presently Tom said:
Paper come this EVENING""
"Not yet" answered Nellie.
Tom gave half sigh.
Nellie, met Granger up town, and he
said he would call around this evening. "
Every well; probably he won't come be-
fore tea. 1t will be ready soOn," said Nell
lie, working away in demure innocence.
Hadn't you better pick up things lit
tie before he comes?" said Tom, glanc1ng
around the room.
ooh, no. Just let 'em lie" answered
Nellie sweetly.
''But they lookso badw said Tom.
sob, no, they DON'T" said Nellie, as
sweetly as before. IA thing looks as
well in one place as another"
Toms face Redeemed.
81 never saw your room look like this
before, !" he said, hesitatingly. 81 shouldn't