The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1877-03-08

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Man and his wife eazed with unspeal
able disappointment at the recedin
train, which was just pulling ava
from the bridge switch at the rate ,
thousand miles a minute. The
first impulse was to run after il, bt
as the train was out ofsight and whis
fling for Sagetown before they coul
act upon the impulse, they RENAME
in the carriage, and discsnsolatel,
turned the horses heads homeward.
1T all comes of having to wait for
woman to get ready" Mr.. Man brok
in with, very grimly.
Il was ready before you WERE" re
piled his wife.
Great heavens" cried Mr. Man
in irrepressible impotence, jerking
the horses jaws out of place, Just lis
ten To that, And | sat ont in the bug
gy ten minutes yelling at you to come
along, until the whole neighborhoot
/ heard me,''
Eyes, :" acquissced Mrs. Man, with
the provoking plaeidity which no one
can assume but woman, and every
time | started down stairs you sent me
back for something you had forget
ten
Mr.. Man groaned.
This il too much 10 bear" he said,
when everybody knows that If | was
going 10 Europe, ] would just rush in
to the hoase. put on clean shirt, grab
up my grip-saek, and fly; while you
would want at least six months for
preliminary preparations, and then
dawiic around the who'd day Of start
ing until every train had left town"
Well, the upshot of the matter was
that the Mans put off their visit to
Aurora until the next week, and ii
was agreed that each should get him
or herself ready, and 60 down to the
train and go, and the one who failed
TO get ready should be left. The day
of the match came round in due time
The train was to go at 1890, and Mr..
Man, after attending TO his business,
went home at 9:45.
Now. them he shouted, "only
three quarters of an hour TO train time.
Fly around; fair field and no favors,
you know"
Away they flew, Mr.. Man bulged
into this room, and rushed through
that, aud dived into one closet after
another with inconcsiyable rapidity,
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 or his heavy boots to save time |
For the same reason he pulled off his
.oat a. he ran through the dining |
Dom, and hung it on the corner O
he silver closet Then he jerked of /
liz vest Us he ran through the hall,
md tossed ii on hook in the hat rack,
nd by the time he reached his own
com he was ready to plunge into his
lean clothes. He pulled out bureau
irawer, and begun to paw things like
Scotch terrier after a rat.
'Elenor.' he shrieked, where are
ny shirts"
"ln your bureau drawer calmly
eplied Mrs. Man, who was standing
'laeidIy before glass, calmly and
coaxing refractory crimp
nto place.
Well, by thunder, they amt"
houted Mr.. Man, little annoyed;
We enptied every last thing out OF
he drawer and there isn't thing in
|, that | ever saw before"
Mrs. Man stepped back few PAGES,
ED her head OH one side, and after
atisfyins herself that the crimp would
o. and would stay where she put it, ,
Aplied:
Those things scattered around on
he floor are all mine. Probably you
aven't been looking in your own :,
faWer.
Il don't see" testify observed Mr.
Ian, why you couldn't have put III,
lings Out for me when you had moth
Z else To do all the morning"
Because" said Mrs. Man, setting
erSelf into an additional article OF
iment with awful deliberation, mo
Ny puts mine out for me. A fail
III and no fayor-, my dear"
Mr.. Man plunged into his shirt like
bull al red flag.
Where's my shirt Stud.?" he cried
Mrs. Man went out into another
ON, aud presently came back with
+ gloves and hat, and saw Mr.. Man
applying all the boxes he couid find
and about the bureau. Then she
ia:
I'm the shirt you took of.
Mrs. Nan put on her gloves, while
r. Man hunted up and down the
ON for his cuff buttons.
. Elenor,n he snarled at last, Il be-
we YOU know where those buttons |
e.n
II haven't seen them,n said the la.
!, settling her hat; didn't you lay
lem down on the window sill in the
ting room last night?o
Mr.. Man remembered, and he went
own stairs on the run. He stepped
n one of his boots, and was immedi
tely landed in the hall al the foot OF
lie stairs with neatness and dispatch,
TENDED in the transmission with |
lore bumps than he could count with |
Webb's adder and landed with a
ang like the Hell Gate explosion.
Are you nearly ready, Algernon?'
sked the wife Of his family, sweetly
Gaming over the banisters.
The unhappy man groaned. Cans |
,ou throw me down the other booi?'
le asked. She pityingly kicked it to
him.
my valise"' he inquired, rs he tug
red at the boot.
Up in your dressing room, nshe an
wered. 'Packedoo
II do not know-unless you packed
t yourself-probably not, " She replied,
With her hand on the door-knob; II
lad barely time To mack my own - |