Hand County press. (Miller, Dakota [S.D.]) 1882-1893, 1882-09-13

lSI 'Decanse, she said sweetly, after a
deliberate stare at the fdgeting, i'm
patient man, during which she buttoned
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.. Mann slid out 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 his wife coaxing
the ends and bows of her necktie.
Where are my shirt studs?' he
cried fFss aFA gA.s yFA frytyyY
His wife'went out into another room
and presently came back with her hat
and gloves, and saw him emptying all
the boxes he could find in and about
the bureau. Then she said
I'm the shirt you took on"
The lady put on her gloves while he
hunted up and down for his ouff but
tons. - ~ a.-
Eleanor" he snarled at last, "I be-
ieye you must know where those cuff
buttons are"
II haven't seen them" said the lady
settling her hat Didn't you lay them
on the window-sill in the sitting-room
last night9n - -
Her husband remembered, and he
went down stairs on the, rum, He
stepped on one of his boots and was i'm
mediately landed in the hall at the foot
of the stairs with neatness and dispatch,
attended in the transmission with more
bumps than he eanld eonnt with q
,Wpbbs adder, and landing with bang
like the He'll Gate explosion. I
Are you nearly ready, Algernon ?"
asked the wife of his family, sweetly,
leaning over the banister. .4s 80
g The unhappy man groaned, ftyEST .
Cant You throw down that other
boot?r he asked
His wife pityingly kicked it at him.
MY valise?" he inquired, as he
tugged away at the boot.
up in your dressing-room," she an
swered.
Packed ?"
IL do not know--unless You packed
il yourself--probably not, she replied,
with her hand ON the door-knob.s 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
in it." ..r I'M I'M
"You threw it on the hat-racl," she
called back. "Good-by, dear"
Before she got to the corner of the
street she was hailed again.
Eleanor! Eleanor! Eleanor Mann!
Did you wear off my coat ?"
She paused and turned, after signal
ing the street-ear man, to say:
"You threw ID on the silver closet"
y And the strect-ca. ingulfed her grace
ful figure, and she was seen no more.
But the neighbors say that they heard
Mr.. Mann charging up and down the
house, rushing out to the front door
every now and then and shrieking up
the deserted street after the unconscious
Mrs. Mann to know where his hat was,
and where she put his valise key, and if
she mad any clean socks and under
shirts, and that there wasn't clean
collar in the house. And when he went
at last, he left the kitchen door open,
side door, all the downstairs windows
and front gate open. And the loungers
around the depot recently were some
what amused Just, as the train was pull
ing out of sight down in the yards, to
see flushed, perspiring man. with his
hat on sideways, his vest buttoned two
buttons too high, his cuffs unbuttoned
and necktie flying, and grip-sack flap
ping open and shut like demented
shutter on 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 modification at the departing
train, ana shaking his fist at pretty
woman, who was throwing kisses at him
from the rear platform of the last car.