The Lincoln County herald., 1873-01-15
MANAGING A MAN.

AhNAVlNU a MAN.
Nellie Davis was the prettiest, best
tSsetest spd dearest little girl 10 Hills
dale, and shen Tom Carter fell head owe,
heels 10 love with her, no ono blamed
him in the least
Aud When the parsoh gave consent, and
they vent TO housekeeping in a cosy
bird.nes Of . little house on the south
side Of town everybody propbesied all
sorts Of happiness for the pretty bride.
And, truth to tell, Nellie Carter wss
very happy.
1t is q very pretty thing to 20 20
housekeeping for tie first time, with
everything spick and span new and shiny,
end II you have some one you love very
much FOR q companion, it is still pleas.
antes.
Now, Nellie did love that great blub.
bering Tom Carter with oil her might
a.d main, and there was ouly one thing
to disturb her peace. She was the very
pink of udiness and Tom was The most
careless fellow alive.
He kept bis person neat and nice--but
he kept his personal belonging anything
else. In vain did Nellie braid a hand
some meriuo case and tack inside the
closet door for Tom to put bis slippers
in. Tom would insist 10 tossing them
under the parlor sofa, "to have them
handy" 10 vain did she gently suggest
that the rack in the hall was the place
for bis hat and overcoat, vet or dry, be
would lay his ovsrcoat on the pretty,
smoothly made bed, or drop his hat any.
where.
In vain did Nellie make q 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 very
much. She resolved not to spoil the
peace Of their 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 when he had
gone up town she went into the parlor
broom 10 hand, and there lay TOMS big
shawl right across the center table, ruth
lessly crushing beneath it the trifles that
lay on the marble top.
"Now can't have this, and I won't"
said she, as she raised the shawl from the
delicate treasures and discovered the
ruins of favorite Bohemian vase.
II don't know what to do, but this l
won't have" and she continued with q
bit Of wifely snap which every good wife
must have if she expects to get along at
all with that occasionally unreasonable
animal, a man.
"Some way must be discovered to cure
Tom of such performances ss this r.
went on Mrs. Nellie, as she removed the
ruins Of the vase, and all the morning she
went around at her work with scarlet
lips close compressed and little fash 10
her eyes which augured we'll for Mr..
Toms domestic subjugatieu.
Woman's wit, having q will, seldom
fails to find way. And then when dc.
tsrmined little woman says must and
"shall," masculine insubordination might
40 we'll surrender at once.
Before Mrs. Nellie had closed her
bright eyet that night, she had arranged
plans for that campaign against her liege
lord, who slept the sleep Of the innocent
at her side.
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, my dear, hadn't you better put
your slippers in the case ?"
"No, let EN- alone, they'll be handy
to night"
"But, Tom, they look so untidy."
"Why, no they don't A thing looks
as vel! 10 one place as apother. What's
the use Of man having q home if he
cant keep things where be wants to ?"
whats the use of keeping woman
on her feet all day to pick up things after
you" asked Nellie, without the least
show Of temper.
Don't pick 'em up. Just let them
alone, and then l can find them when l
want en-" declared Tom, as be gave her
q kiss and took himself off.
And the moment the door closed on
him Nellis's red lips compressed again,
and her brown eyes wore the same look
they had worn yesterday.
"Wsr it is thon," she said to herself.
snow, master Tom, we shall see who
wins the 6eld."
She set quietly about her mornings
work, and when Tom came home to din.
nsr everything was in the usual good
order. 1t remained so, and Nellie busted
herself with sweeping until nearly time
for 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 stove. Then
she tossed the shawl on the piano and
his best hat on the center table. She
brought some of her dresses and flung