Whig and tribune. [volume] (Jackson, Tenn.) 1870-1877, 1873-02-22
MANAGING A MAN.

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dering Tom Carter with all her
might aud main; and there was only
one thing 10 disturb her perfect
peace. She was the very pink of
tidiaess, and Tom was the most
careless fellow alive.
He kept his person neat and
nioe-but he kept his personal be- !
iongings anything else. Tom would |
persist in tossing his slippers under |
the parlor sofa TO have them handy.
In vain did she gently suggest that |
the rack in the hall was the place |
for his hat and overcoat. Tom
would fling his overcOat, damp or |
drv, on her pretty, smoothiy-made |
bed, and drop his hat anywhere.
In vain did tidy Nellie make a |
place for everything, for Tom in |
variably tossed everything down in |
some other place. Now little Mrs. |
Nellie was only human, and Toms |
sloYenly ways annoyed her exceed |
ingly. She was resolved not TO ]
spoil the peace Of their cosy home |
by scolding; but how 10 cure him
she could not tell.
She bore with him with the pa
tience of an angel, until one morn
ing, after he had gone TO his Office,
she went into the parloF, and there
lay Toms heavy shawl right across
the table, rnthlessly crushing be-
meath it the pretty trifles which lay
upon the marble top.
"Now l can't stand this, and l
won't :" said Nellie, as she carefully
raised the shawl from the delicate
treasures, and discovered the ruins
of favorite Bohemian vase.
81 don't know what TO do, but
this / won't havei'' she continued,
with little bit of wifely snap which
every good wife must have IL she
expects to get along at all with that
occasionally unreasonable animal-a
man.
"Some way must and shall be dis
covered TO cure Tom OF such per-
formance as this!" went on Mrs.
Nellie, as she removed the ruins of
her vase, and all the morning she
went about the house with scarlet
| lips closely compressed and little
flash in her brown eyes, which
argued well for master Toms do
nestle subjugatiOn.
Woman's wit, having a will, sell
dom fails to find q way. And when
Ia determined little woman says
must and shall, masculine insub-
ordination might as well surrender
at once. Before Mrs. Nellie closed
her bright eyes that night she had
arranged her plans for the campaign
against her liege lord, who slept the
sleep of the innocent 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 their usual toss under the |
sofa, she gently said, "Tom, dear,
hadn't you better put your slippers |
in the passage or the bedroom ~
"NO, let 'em alone; they'll be |
handy tonight" said Tom.
"But Tom, dear, they look so un- /
tidy"
&Why, no they don't. a thing |
looks as well in one place as another. |
What's the use of a mans having a /
home if he can't keep things where 1
he wants to % said rebelliOus Tom. /
"What's the use of keeping a wife |
and a servant on their feet all day |
picking up things after you 2" asked |
Nellie, without the least show of |
temper.
"Don't pick 'em up at all. just |
let 'em alone, and then Lean find |
'em when l want 'em," declared |
master Tom, as he gave her kiss /
and took himself of. And the mo- |
ment the door closed on him Nellie's |
red lips compressed again and her |
brown eyes wore the look they had |
worn yesterday.
ssWar il is, then :" she said 10 her |
self. Snow, master Tom, we shall /
see who wins the field"
She set quietly about the usual
mornings work of n mistress of a
house where only one servant is !
kept; and when Tom came home TO 4
lunch, everything was in its usual
good order. 1t remained so, and /
Nellie busted herself with her
needle work until nearly time for
Tom to return to dinner. Then she /
rose, put her work away. and pre-
pared, as she said to herself, to open
the campaign
First she put Toms slippers
where he always left them, under
the sofa. Then she tossed his shawl |
upon the piano, and his best hat on
the table. Then she brought some /
of her dresses and flung them across
the chairs and on the sofa. Her furs
reposed in Toms own especial arm |
chair, and her best bonnet kept |
Toms slippers company under the /
sofa, while her own slippers lay |
upon the chefToner. And then, |
thinking that feminine ingenuity |
could make no greater sacrifice than
her Sunday bonnet, she took piece /
of crochet work and sat down.
Presently the door opened and in
walked master Tom. He gave q
low whistle Of surprise as he glanced
at the unwonted disorder, and at i
Nellie, sitting calmly in the midst
with her crochet work, and then
came into the room.
"Haven't been putting things to
rights, Nellie 2" he asked.
''No, no." said Nellie, looking up |
in sweet inconsistencies.
81 thought may be you had been,
that's all" remarked Tom dryly.
Nellie quietly pursued her work.
Presently Tom asked, paper
come this EVENING""
''Not yet" answered Nellie.
Tom gave half sigh.
''Nellie, met Granger just now,
and he said he would call round this
evening"
every well, probably he won't
come DelOre uluucf4 IL VIII De
ready soon," said Nellie, working
away in demure innocence.
"IIadn't you better put things
little to rights before he cOmes?"
said Tom, glancing uneasily around
the room.
"Oh, no. just let 'em lie," an
swered Nellie sweetly.
"But they look so bad, said Tom.
"Oh, no, they DON'T" said Nellie
sweetly, as before. "a thing looks
as well in one place as another"
Toms face Redeemed
Il never saw your room look like
this BEFORE" he said hesitatingly.
Il shouldn't like to have any one
step in."
stWhy not?'' said Nellie. eve
might as well keep things handy.
WHAT'S the use of having house if
you can't have things where you
want them"
Toms face got redder and red
der. lie tried TO look serious and
then broke out in laugh. 4
"Oh, that's your game, is it?' he
said. "Trying to beat me with my I
own weapons, are you, little wO-
man."
"Well, don't you like the plan -
said Nellie, demurely.
''No, by George 1 don'tP' said