The daily gazette., 1877-07-12
Too Late for the Train.

When they reached the depot Mr..
Mann and his wife gazed in unspeakable
disappointment at the receeding train,
which was just pulling away from the
miles minute. The first impulse was to
run arter it, but as the train was ont of
sight ard whistling for Sagetown before
they could act upon the impulse, they re-
manned In the carriage and disconso late
iy turned their horses heads home
ward. TTT
'1t all comes of having to wait for
woman to getGready," Mr.. Mann broke
the silence very grimly.
was ready before you were" re Piled
his wife.
"Great heavens" cried Mr.. Mann with
great impatience, jerking the horses jaws
out of place, 'justlisten to that! and | sat in
the buggy ten minutes yelling at you TO
come along, until the whole neighbor-
hood heard me-"
"Hes," acquiesced Mrs. Mann with the
provoking placidly which none can AS
sumo hut woman, "aud every time l
started down stairs you sent me back for
something you had forgotten"
Mr.. Mann groaned. "Phis is too much
to bear" he said, "when everybody
knows that if | We're going to Europe |
would just rush into the house, put on Il
clean shirt, grab up my grip ack and fiy :,
while you would want at least six month
for preliminary preraratious, and then
| dawdle around the whole day of starting
until every train had left the town.
Well, the upshot of the matter was that
the Manns put Oh their visit to Aurora
until the next week, and it was agreed
| that seach one should get himself or
herself ready, go down to the train and
go; and the one who failed to get ready
should he left. The day of the match
came round in due time. The train was
going at 1870, and Mann, after attending
to his business, went home at 81
45.
"Now, them" he shouted, "only three
quarters of an hours time. Fly around;
fair field and no favors, you know"
And away they flew. Mr. Mann bulg.
| Ell into his room and flew through that
one, and dived into ore closet after
another with inconceivable rapidity,
| chuckling under his breath all the time
| to think how cheap. Mrs, M. would feel
when he started off alone. He stopped
on his way up stairs to pull off his heavy
boots to save time. For the same reason
he pulled of his coat as he ran thro' the
dining room, and hung it on the corner
of the silver closet. Then jerked off his
vest as he rushed through the hall and
! tossed it on hook on the hatrack, and
by the time he had reached his own room
clothes. He pulled out the bureau draw
er and began to paw at the things like a
Scotch terrier after a rat"
"Eleanor," he shrieked. "where are
my shirts?"
SIN your bureau drawer" calmly re-
piled Mrs. Mann, who was standing be-
tore glass deliberately cOaxing refSac-
tory crimp into place.
"Well, by thunder, they ain't," shouted
Mr.. Mann, a { } annoyed. "I've empti-
ed everything out of the drawer and there
isn't thing In it, ever saw BEFORE"
Mrs. Mann stepped back few spaces,
held her head on one side. and after sat
isfying herself that the crimp would do
and would stay where she put, replied:
.fhese things scatteradearound on the
floor are mine. Probably yeu haven't
been looking in your own drawer"
81 don't see," testify observed Mr..
Mann, "why you couldn't have put my
things out for me when you had nothing
else to do all the morning"
"Because," said Mrs. Mann, settling
herself into an additional article of rain
ment with awful deliberation, "nObody
put mine out for me. A fair field and no
favor, my dear"
Mr.. Mann dived into his shirt like
bull at a red flag.
"Foul" he shouted in malicious
triumph. '"No buttons on the neckl"
because" said Mrs. Mann sweetly,
after deliberate stare at the fidgeting,
impatient man, during which she but
toned her dress aud put eleven pins
where they would do the most good,
"because you havs got the shirt on wrong
side out" ...N
When Mr.. Mann slid out of his shirt he
began to swear. He dropped the shirt
three times before he got it on, and
while it was over his head he heard the
clock strike ten. When his head came
through he saw Mrs. Mann coaxing the
ends and bows of her necktie.
"Where's my shirt studs?" he cried.
Mrs. Mann went into another room,
and presently came back with her gloves
and hat, and saw Mr.. Mann emptylng all
the boxes he could find i'll and about the
bureau. Then she said: "In the shirt
you just pulled Off"
Mrs. Mann put on her gloves while
Mr.. Mann hunted up and down the room
for his cuff buttons.
"Eleanor, he snarled at last, ''I be-
lieve you must know where those cuff
b lttons are"
II haven't seen them," said the lady,
settling her hat; "didn't you lay them
down on the window sill in the sitting
loom last night?
Mr.. Mann remembered, and went
down stairs on the run. He stepped on
landed in the hall at the foot of the stairs
with neatness and dispatch, attended in
the transmission with more bumps than
he could count with Webb's adder, and
landing with bang like the He'll Gate
explosion.
"Are you nearly ready, Algernon?"
asked the wife of his family, sweetly,
leaning over the banisters.
The unhappy man groaned. Cant
you throw ne down the other bout" he
asked.
Mrs. Mann pityingly kicked it down
to him.
"My valise?" he inquired, as he tugg-
ed a. he boot.
Cup in your dressing ROOM" she an
swered.
"Packed?'
81 do not know; unless you packed it
yourself, probably not she replied,
with her hand on the door knob, Il I'd
barely time to pack my own"
She was passing out OF the gate when
the door opened, and he shouted:
"Where in the name of goodness did
you put my vest? 1t has all my money
in it,"
.'You threw it on the hat rack" she