Woodville Republican. (Woodville, Miss.) 185?-current, 1888-12-29
MANAGING A HUSBAND.
Aunt Tryphena Gives Her Niece
instructions in the Art.

stretched out on the sofy in the best
parlor,' said Aunt Tryphena, with his
head on the tidy embroidered with
parrot, and his muddy heels on the
crochet work. Well, what are men
coming to?"
Aunt Tryphena'a and her niece, Mrs.
John Jennings, had just come in from
shopping expedition-an expedition
in which they had secured Sixth av-
enue, Grand street and the Bowery,
paid seventy-five cents in car fare, and
succeeded in purchasing two yards Of
French flannel at three cents yard
less than they would have paid on Broad
way, thereby achieving saving of ex-
actly six cents.
Aunt Tryphena was tall and gaunt
and spectacled, with a mouth like a
nut-cracker, two little clusters of curls
which didn't in the least match her
hair, pinned just above her temples,
and bonnet like soldiers helmet.
Mrs. John jennings was pretty little
woman, with very red cheeks, eyes like
black glass beads, and an incipient
frown between her jetty brows.
.It won't do!' said she, putting
down her shopping bag and parasol
iretfully.
''It amt the way was brought up
to use the best room every day." said
Aunt Tryphena-
Mrs. Jennings went into the parlor
where her unconscious liege lord was
reading the paper.
'.Hallo! my love!" said Mr.. Jennings,
''BaclS again, ehph
John, said Mrs. Jennings tartly,
'.can't you read your paper anywhere
else than in my parlorP"
Isn't it mine, too?" cross-questioned
MIR Jennings, with comical twist of
his eyebrows.
Letting in the sunshine and the flies,
and marking up the tides with your
muddy feetm added the wife, queru-
lously.
"My feet are not muddy, Clara,
said Mr.. Jennings, curving himself
around to get view of the soles of his
boots. '.And if had thought of it ]
would certainly have removed the
tides"
Sand ruined my furniture!"
sMy dear, ] thought furniture was
made for user'
"Well, it isn't, said Mrs. Jennings,
growing illogical in her vexation, as
she ierked down the Holland shades
..and you must go into the sitting-room
to read your paper. Aunt Tryphens
says that in her house"
''Aunt Tryphena be hanged!" sale
/ Mr.. Jennings, jumping up and throw
down the paper "If I can't enjoy my
self in my own house, I'll go else
where"
And catching his hat from its peg OF
the hall rack, he strobe out of th'
house. Aunt Tryphena rolled up he
gooseberry ry-colored eyes in pious hor
ror.
''My goodness mer' said she, "wha
q temperl It's sinful-absolutely sin
full And I do think it's your duty
Clara, to subdue it,"
So that, when Mr. Jennings came il
to tea, his wife received him in solemn
silence, and checked every effort at con
versation with monosyllable replies.
"By the way, my dear" said Mr.
Jennings, when the unsocial meal wa
nearly through, two of my old colleg
friends. are at the Brunswick, and
invited them here to dinner on Thurs
day."
Mrs. Jennings hesitated. Aunt Try
phena dropped her napkin, and i
reaching for it brought her head nea
enough to her niece to whisper sepul
chrally:
my dear. don't begin by opening
free hotel for all your husbands gentle
men friendsl It'll make slave OF yo
for iife-talxe my word for 1t.
And Mrs. Jennings answered:
"On Thursday? II won't be conver
! lent, John. I'm going out myself t
spend the day"
Mr.. jenkins looked at her momer
with a curious expression on his face.
That need make no difference,
said he. II will give my orders I
cooIS."
ssIndeed you will not, said Mr.
/ Jennings, with toss Of the head.
do not care to have my house madc
tavern of during my absence. :.
s.In that case. observed her hui