Washington standard. [volume] (Olympia, Wash. Territory) 1860-1921, 1873-08-02
Sauce for the Gander.

est, best and dearest little girl in Hills
burgh; and when Tom Carter fell head
over heels in love with her, nobody
blamed him in the least. And when
the parson gave his blessing, and they
went into housekeeping in cozy little
house in the southern part of The town,
everybody prophesied all sorts OF hap
pinoss for the happy bride.
And, truth to tell, Nellie Carter was
very happy. Itis pleasant thing to go
into housekeeping for the first time, with
everything new and shiny, and if you
have somebody you love for a comran-
ion it is still plcasanter. Now Nellie
did love that great, big, laundering
Tom Carter with all her might and
main: and there was only one thing to
disturb her rerfectp peace. She was the
pink OF tidincss while Tom was the
most careless fellow alive.
He kept his person clean and nice-
but lie kept his personal belongings
anything else. Tom would persist in
tossing his slippers under the parlor
sofa, so as to have them handy. In
vain did she suggest that the rack i'll
the hall was the place for his hat and
ovcrcoat. Tom would fling his over
coat, wet OF dry, on the pretty, smooth
ly-mahe bed, and drop his hatanywhcre.
In vain did tidy Nellie make place
for everything, for Tom invariably
tossed everything down in some other
place. Now little Mrs. Nellie was only
human, and Toms slovcnly ways an
noyed her exceedingly. She was re-
solved not to spoil the peace Of their
coy home by scolding, but how to
cure him she could not tell
She bore with him with the patience
of an angel, until one morning, after
he had gone to the office, she went into
the parlor and there was Toms heavy
shawl right across the table, ruthlessly
crushing beneath it the pretty tritIes
which lay upon the marble top.
"I can't stand this, and L won't"
said Nellie, rs she carefully raised the
shawl from the delicate treasures, and
discovered the ruins of Bohemian
vase.
Il don't know what to do, but this I
won't have" she continued, with the
little bit of wifely snap which every
wife must have, if she expects to get
along with that occasionally unreason-
able animal--man.
Some way must and shall be found
to cure Tom of such performances as
these" went on Mrs. Nellie, rs she
removed the ruins of her vase, and all
the morning she went on about the
house with her scarlet lips compressed
and little flash in her brown eyes.
which argued well for Master Toms
complete subjugation.
Woman's wit, having the will, rarely
fails to find way. And when a de-
termined little women says "must"
and shall, masculine insubordination
might as wcil surrender at once. And
before Mrs. Nellie closed her eyes that
night, she arranged her plans for the
campaign against her liege lord, who
slept the sleep of an 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 said gently:
" Tom, dear, hadn't you better put
your slippers in the passage, or in the
back room 2
"No; let 'em alone. They'll be so
handy for tonight" said Tom.
But Tom, dear, they look so un-
tidy"
why, no, they don't. A thing
looks as we'll in one place as another.
What's the use of man having home
if he can't keep thing where he wants
it ?" said rebellious Tom.
What's the use to keep a wife and
servants on their feet all day long to
pick up things after you? ?" asked Mel
lie, without the least show of temper.
Don't pick them up at all. just
let them alone, and then I can find
them when I want them," declared
Master Tom, as he gave her kiss, and
started off.
The moment the door closed on him.
Nellie's red lips compressed again, and
her brown eyes wore the same look
that they had worn the day before.
"War it is, them she said to her
self.