The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1877-02-08
NOW rneY GOT READY.
Wished to Visit Laramie-Mrs.
Mans Triumph.

Man Is engaged i'll iucfdtiSS DuSiheSS,
and is .'well-fixed." He has a very
poor opinion of the weaker sex, and
only married to secure a h~ousekeeper.
The other day the couple, who have
friends in Laramie, decided to pay them
a visit, but as they arrived at the depot
a little late, and the train departed on
time, they didn't go that day. Mr..
Man charged his wife with causing the
delay; the charge was repealed with
scorn, and after some words, they
agreed that they would make a fresh
start OF yesterday, each to get ready
without aid from the other, the one
who failed to reach the train remaining
at home. The train leaves at LOO and
Mr.. Man, after attending to business,
went home at / O'Clock.
"Now then," he shouted; ''only forty
minutes to train time. Fly around; a
fair field and no ~favors, you know"
And away they flew. Mr.. Man bulged
into this room and rushed through that
one and dived into one closet after
another with inc%onceivable rapidity,
.chuckling under his breath all the time
to think how cheap Mrs Man 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 off his coat as he
ran through the dining room and hung
it on the corner of the silver closet.
Then he jerked off his vest as he
rushed through the hall and tossed it
on a hook in the hat rack, and by the
time he reached his w room he was.
ready to plunge into his clean clothes.
He pulled out a bureau drawer and
began to paw at the things like a
Scotch terrier after a rat.
'Eleanorl' he shrieked, where are
the shirts?'
In your bureau drawer calmly re-
piled Mrs. Man, who was standing
placidly before a glass, calmly and de-
l~iberately coaxing a refractory crimp
into place.
We'll, by thunder they ANTI shouted
Mr.. Man a little anne yed. I've emptied
every last thing out of the drawer and
there isn't a thing in it that / ever saw
before
Mrs. Man stepped back a few PAGES,
held her head on n side, and after
satisfying herself that the crimp would
do, and would stay where she put it,
replied:
These things scattered around on
the floor are all mine. Probably you
haven't been looking in your own
drawer
4 don't see,' testify observed Mr..
Man, why you couldn't have put my
things out for me when you had
nothing else to do all the morning.
Because said Mrs. Man, setting
herself into an additional article of raj
ment with awful deliberations; nobody
put mine out for me. A fair field and
no favors, my DEAR
Mr.. Man plunged into his shirt like
a bull at a red flag.
'Foull' he shouted, in malicious tri-
umph. No button on the neckl'
Because said Mrs. Man, sweetly,
after a deliberate stare at the fidgeting,
impatient man, during which she but
toned her dress and put eleven pins
where they would do the most good,
because you have got the shirt on
wrong side OUT
When MI. Man slid ont of that shirt
he began to sweat. 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. Man coaxipg
the ends and bows of her necktie.
Where's my shirt studs?' he cried.
Mrs. Man went out into another
room and presently came back with her
gloves and hat and saw Mr.. Man empty
ing all the boxes he could find in and
about the bureau. Then she said:
In the shirt you took off,
Mrs. Man put on her gloves while
MI OAdu uuiltcu up anu ooWh thS
room for his cuff buttons.
Eleanor he snarled, at last, Il be-
lieve you must know where those cuff
buttons are.'
4 haven't seen them,' said the lady,
settling her hat, didn't you lay them
down on the window sill in the sitting
room last nightp'
MI. Man remembered, and he went
down stairs on the run. He stepped
on one Of his boots, and was immedi-
ately 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 a
Webb's adder, and landed with a bang
like the hell gate explosion.
Are you nearly ready, Algernonp'
asked the wife Of his family, sweetly,
leaning ver the banisters.
Can't you throw me down that other