Bozeman avant courier. [volume] (Bozeman, Mont.) 1872-1882, 1874-05-22
MANAGING A MAN.

MANAGING A MAN.
Nellie Davis was the pretticst, bcs
: sweetest and dearest little girl in Hill
dale, and when Tom Garter fell lea
over heels in love with her, no Oh
blamed him in the least.
And when the lDarsOn gave cOnsen
and when they went to h0usekeepin
in cozy bird-nest Of little house o
the south side Of the town, everyb0d
prophcsied all sorts Of happiness fG
the pretty birds.
And, true to tell, Nellie Carter wa
very happy.
1t was . pretty thing to 60 to house
Keeping for the first time, with every
thing spick and span new and shiny
and if you have some one you Low
very much for companion, it is still
pleasanter.
Now Nellie did love the great, blub
bering Tom Carter with all her nigh
and main, and there was only one thin,
to disturb their peace. She was til,
very pink of tidincss, and Tom tll
most careless of fellows.
He kept his person neat and nice
but he kept his personal belonging,
anything else.. In vain did Nellie
braid a handsome merinO case, and
tack it inside the closet door for Tom
to put his slippers in. Tom would in
sist on tossing them under the parlo1
sofa, I" to have em handy" In vain
did she gently suggest that the rack in
the hall was the place for his hat and
Ovcrcoat; wet or dry, he would place
his overcOat on her pretty, smoothly
made bed, and drop his hat anywhere.
In vain did Nellie make place for
everything, for Tom invariably tossed
everything in some other place. Now
little Mrs. Nellie was only human, and
Toms slOvenlt ways annoyed her ex-
ceedingly. She resolved not to spoil
the peace Of their cozy home byrscoltl-
ing; but how to cure him she could
not tell.
She bore with him with the patience
Of an angel, until one morning when
he had gone up town, she went to the
parlOr, broom in hand, and there lay
TOMS big shawl right across the cen
ter table, rllthlcssly crushing beneath
it the trifles that lay on the marble
top.
"No, l can't have this, and I WON'T"
said she. as she raised the shawl from
the delicate treasures, and discovered
the ruins of a f;lv0ritc Bohemian vase.
II don't know what to do, but this
I 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 ce discovered to
cure Tom of such performances as
this!" went OH Mrs. Nellie, as she re-
moved the ruins of the vase. and all
the morning she went around at her
work with scarlet lips closely com
and a little fash. in her own
brown eyes which argued wen for Mr..
Toms domestic subjugation.
Woman's wit, having a will, seldom
fails to find way. ) And when de- |
tcrmined little woman says "must
and "shall," masculine insubOrtlina-
lion might rs well surrender at once.
Before Mrs. Nellie closed her bright
Eyes that night, she had arranged
plans for that campaign against her
iege lord, who slept the sleep of i'll
loccnce at her side.
But she meant to give him one more
.hance. So, after breakfast, when
Tom drew on his boots and gave his
'lippers the usual toss under the sofa,
lie gently said:
"Tom, dear, hadn't You better put
he slippers in the easel" |
"No, let 'cm alone; they'll be handy
o-night."
I" But, Tom, they look 80 untidy."
"Why, no they don't. A thing looks
$ well in one place as another. What's
he use of man'shaving q home if he
ant keep things where he wants tot"
"What's the use Of keeping q wO-
aan on her feet all day to pick up
hings after youi" asked Nellie, with.
ut the least show Of temper. II
"Don't pick 'em up. just let 'em
lone aud then can find 'em," de-
Jared Tom, as he gave her kiss and
oOk himself of.
And at tho moment the door closed
n him, Nellie's red lips compressed
gain, and her brown eyes wore the
anne look they had worn yesterday.
"War is it, then,n she said to her
elf +" Now, master Tom, we shall see
tho wins the feld.n Ii
She set quietly about her morning's ,
'ork, and when Tom came home to ,
inner, everything was in its usual ,
Ood order. It remained so. and Mel ,
3 busted herself with her sewing un-
1 nearly. time for Tom to return to
upper. I
Then she rose, put away her work ,
nd prepared to open tho campaign.
First, she put Toms clippers where /
Q always left them, under the sofa.
hen she tossed her shawl on the piano !
nd his best coat upon the center table, I
hen she brought some of her dresses Z
nd flung them across the chair and +