The Saline County journal. [volume] (Salina, Kan.) 1871-1893, 1873-08-07
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est, be.t and dearest little girl in Hills
dale. and when Tom Carter fell over
heels in lovo with Der no ono blamed
hipa in the least.
And when tho parson gave consent
and they went to housekeeping IN a
COSY little bird nest of q house on the
south side of the town, everybody pro-
phesied all sorts of happiness tor the
little bride.
And. truth to tell Nellie Carter was
very happy. .,,.
keeping for tho first time, with every
thing epick and span new and shiney,
and Il YOU have some one you love very
much for . companion it is still pleasant
Now Nellie did love that great
Numbering Tom Carter with all her
nisht a.d main, and there was only one
thiaS TO disturb her peace. Sne was
the very pink of tideness, and Tom was
the most careless fellow alive.
He kept his person neat ana mes
lint he kent his personal belongings any
thing else! In vain did Nellie braid
h.n3some merino cas-, and tack it inside
the closet door for Tom to put his slip
ers in. Tom would insist on tossing
them under tho parlor sofa, ITO have
'em handy. In vain did she gently sug-
ecst 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, ana
drop his hat anywhere.
In vain did Nellie mako place tor
everything, for Tom invariably tossed
everything into some other place. Now
little Mrs. Nellie was only human ana
Toms slovenly ways annoyed her ex,
ceedingly. Sho resolved not TO spoh
the happiness of their coy home by
scoIding, but how to cure him she could
not tell.
She bore with him with the patience
of an angel, till one morning after he
had gone nm town, she went into the
parIor broom in hand, and there lay
Toms big shawl right across the centre
table, ruthlessly crushing beneath II the
trihcs on the top. IN
aNow I can't have this, and l won't
said she, as she raised the shawl from
,he delicate treasures and discovered
the ruins of a favorite Bohemien vase.
al don't know what to do, but this l
won't have" she continued, with
little bit of wifely snap, which every
good wife must have if she expects to
get along at all::with ,hs; occasionally un-
reasonable creature man.
"Somc way must be discovered to
eure Tom Of such performances as this
went on Mrs. Nellie, as she removed the
yaso. and all tho morning she went
around at her work with lips closely
and little flush in her
brown eyes which argued well for Mr..
Toms domestic subjugation.
Woman's wit having Will, seldom
fails to find way. And when . de-
little woman says "must ana
"sball" masculine insubordinaton might
a we'll surrender at once.
Before Mrs. Nellie closed her bright
eyes that night, she had arranged plans
for that campaign against her iieSe
lord, who slept the sleep OF innocence NJ
her side.
But she ment to give him ono more
chance. So, after breakfast, when Tom
drew On his boots and gave his slippers
tho usual toss under tho sofa, she
gently said:
"Tom, dear, hadn't you better put the
slippers in the case"
"No let 'em alone; they'll DO handy
tonight"
"But Tom, they look so untidy."
"Why, NO they don't. A thing looks
% well in ono place as another. What's
the use offs man having homo If he
can't keep things where hewarts tor
"What's tho use of keeping q woman
on her feet all day to pick up things
afler you! :" without the least show Of
temper.
"bont pick 'cm up. Just let 'em
alone, and then can find EN- when l
want 'em" declared Tom as he gave her
. kiss and took himself off
And At the moment the door closed
upon him. Nellie's red lips compress
cd again, and her brown eyes wore the
same look they had worn the day be-
forl
"War it is them" she said to herself.
"Now, Master Tom, we shall see who
wins the field"
Sho sat quietly about her mornings
work, and when Tom came home to
dinner everything was in its usual good
order. Ii remained so, and Nellie
busted herself with her sewing until
nearly time for Toms return to sup
per.
Then she arose, put away her work,
and prepared to opcn the campaign.
First, she put Toms slippers where
he always left them, under the sofa.
Thon she tossed tho shawl upon the
piano and his best hat on the centre
table. She brought some of her dresses
and flung them across the chairs and on
tho sofa. Her furs and sacquo reposed
on Toms especial arm chair, and her
best bonnet kept Toms slippers com
pany under the sofa, while her own slip
pers lay no the mantel.
And then, on thinking that feminine
ingenuity could make no greater sacrifice
than her Sunday bonnet, she sat down
TO her crocheting.
Presently the door opened and in
walked Master Tom. He gave low
whistle of SUNRISE IA he glanced nj the