Ottumwa weekly courier. (Ottumwa, Wapello County, Iowa) 1872-1899, 1877-01-17

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corner of the silver closet. Then he
erked off his vest as he rushed thro'
The hall, and tossed it on hook in
The hat rack, and by the time he got to
his own room, he was ready to plunge
into the clean clothes. He pulled out
D bureau drawer and began to paw at
the things like Scotch terrier after
a rat.
"Eleanor!" he shriekcd, "where are
my shirts ?"
s'In your bureau drawer" calmly
replied Mrs. Man, who was standing
placidly before a glass, calmly and
deliberately coaxing a refractory curl
into place.
"Well, by thunder, they amt" shout
ed Mr.. Man, little annoyed, give
emptied every last thing out Of the
drawer, and there isn't a thing in it I
ever saw before"
Mrs. Man stepped back a few PAGES,
held her head to one side, and after
satisfying herself that tie curl would
do, and would stay where she put it,
replied:
sThese things scattered around on
Ou tHC nOOI dlC uIA HlluCs AIOpuUly
you havn't been looking in your own
drawer"
"I 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 morning."
Because said Mrs. Man getting her
self into an additional article of raj
ment with awful deliberation, "no-
body put mine out for me. A fair
field and no favors, my dear"
Mr.. Man plunged into his shirt like
bull at red flag.
t.Foul!" he shouted in malicious
triumph. "No buttons on the neck.
Because" said Mrs. Man, sweetly,
after a deliberative stare at the fidgcty
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 Mr.. Man slid out of the shirt
he began to sweat.
He dropped the shirt three times be-
fore he got it on, and while it was
over his head he heard the clock
strike ten. When his head came thro
he saw Mrs. Man coaxing the ends
and bows of her necktie.
"Whcre are my shirt-studsF he
cried.
Mrs. Man went out into another
room, and presently came back with
her gloves and hat, and found Mr..
Man emptying 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
Mr.. Man hunted up and down the
room for his cuff buttons.
Eleanor" he cried at last, II be-
lieve that you know where those but.
tons are"
81 haven't seen them," said the lady
settling her hat "didn't you lay them
down on the window-sill in the sit
ting room, last night?"
Mr.. 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 bang like the He'll Gate explo.
sion.
care you nearly ready, Algernon p
asked the wife of his family, sweetly,
leaning over the bannisters.
The unhappy man groaned.
"Can't you throw me down that
other boot?"
Mrs. Man pityingly kicked it down
to him.
"My valise?" he inquired, as he
tugged away at his boot.
Cup in your dressing room,', she
answered.
"Packed?"
II do not know-unlcss you packed
it yourself, probably not" she replied
with her hand on the door knob II
had 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"
"You threw it on the hat-rack, " she
called back. "Good-by, my dear"
Eleanor Eleanor! Eleanor Man!
Did you wear off my coat"
She paused, and turned, after sig-
mailing the street car to stop, and
cried:
"You threw it on the silver closet"
And the street car engulfcd her
graceful figure, and she was seen no
more. But the neighbors say that
they heard Mr.. Man charging up and
down the house, rushing out at the
front door every now and then, and
shrieking up the deserted streets aft
or the unconscious Mrs. Man to know
where his hat was, and where she
put the valise key, and if he had any
clean socks and undershirts, and that
there wasn't linen collar in the
house. And when he went away at
last, he left the kitchen door, side
door, and front door, all the down
stairs windows, and the front gate
wide open. And the loungers around
the depot yesterday were somewhat
amused, just as the train was pulling
out of sight down in the yard, to see
a flushed, perspiring man, with his
hat on sideways, his vest buttoned
two buttons too high, his coat un-
buttoncd, and necktic flying, and his
grip sack tapping open and shut like
a demented shutter on a March night,
and door-key in his hand, dash
wildly across the platform and halt
in the middle Of the track, glaring in
detected, impotent, wrathful NORTH
cation at the departing train, and
shaking his trembling fist at pretty
woman, who was throwing kis ses at
him from the rear platform Of the