Rocky Mountain husbandman. [volume] (Diamond City, Mont.) 1875-1943, 1879-09-25

stay where she put it, replied:
"These things scattered around on the
floor are all mine. Probably you haven't
been looking in your WI drawer"
II 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 her
self into an additional article of raiment
with awful elaboration, nobody put mine
out for me. A fair field and no favors. my
dear"
Mr.. Mann plunged into his shirt like a
bull at a red flag.
"Foul!' he shouted in malicious tri-
umph. mo buttons on the neck ~
Because" said Mrs. Mann, sweetly, after
a deliberate stare at the fidgeting, impatient
man, during which, she buttoned her dress
and put eleven pins where they would do
the most good, because you have got the
shirt OF wrong side out"
When Mr.. Mann slid out OF the 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.
Mann coaxing the ends and bows of her
neck-tie.
"Where's my shirt-studs ?" he cried.
Mrs. Mann went out into another room,
and presently came back with her gloves
and her hat, and saw Mr.. Mann emptying
all the boxes he could find in 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, 81 believe
you must know where those cuff buttons
are.''
81 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 night?'
stairs on the run. He stepped on one of
his boots, and was Immediately landed in
the hall at the loot Of the stairs with neat
ness and dispatch, attended in the transmits
sion with more bumps than he could count
with Webster's adder, and landing with a
bang like the He'll Gate explosion.
Are you nearly ready, Algernong ~
asked the wife of his family, sweetly, lean
ing over the banisters.
The unhappy man groaned. "Can't you
throw me down the other boot. he asked.
Mrs. Mann pityingly kicked it down to
him.
My valise - he inquired, as he tugged
at the boot.
"Up in your dressing-room,'' she an
sWered.
!" Packed p
~ do not know; unless you packed it
yourself-probably not" she replied, with
her hand on the door-knob 81 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? 1t has all my money III it,
You threw it on the hat-rack,' she
called ''good-by. dear.'
Before she reached the corner Of the
street, she was hailed again:
Eleanor! Eleanor! Eleanor Mann!
Did you wear off my coat ?"
She paused and turned, after signaling
the street-car to stop, and cried:
"You threw it Oh the silver-closet.''
And the street-car %ungulfed her graceful
form, and she was seen no more. But the
neighbors say that they hesId Mr.. Mann
charging up and down the house, rushing
out Of the front door every now and then.
shrieking up the deserted street after the
unconscious Mrs. Mann. to know where his
hat was. and where she put the yalise key,