The Somerset reporter., 1890-04-10
SELECTED.
MITA'S EXPERIENCE, OR MAN
AGING THAT MAN.
BY GRACE HOLDEN.

| Deet anu ueATest girl Ill Ill lidTpbWtli
and when Paul Andrews fell headover-
heels in love with her, no one wondered
or blamed him in the least.
And after good DR.. Walker had bless
ed them, and they went TO housekeeping
In cosy little cottage on the west side Of
the town, everybody foretold lots of hap
piness for the pretty bride.
And II the truth be told, Mrs. Andre VS.
was very happy.
| 1t is so pleasant to go into housekeep
ing for the first time, with everything
new and bright; and II you have some
one you love very dearly for compan-
ION. it is still pleasanter.
Now Mita did love great, big, tall,
laundering Paul Andrews with all her
pure young heart and there was only
one thing to disturb her perfect happi-
ness.
She was the very pink of neatness,
while Paul was the most careless fellow
imaginable.
He kept himself neat and nice-but his
personal belongings were anything else.
Paul would persist in throwing his slip
pers in the middle of the floor; to have
them handy he said; so that when he
came in he could stand still, and kick his
shoes of Ut made no difference where
they landed, then slip his feet into his
slippers without any trouble.
In vain did Mta gently suggest that
the rack in the front hall was the proper
place for his hat and overcoat. But Paul
said he was so tired; and the consequence
was he would throw his coat on the neat
ly made bed, and his hat anywhere.
In vain did the neat little wife find a
place for everything; but Paul invariably
put everything in the wrong place.
Now you see Militia was only human, and
her husbands untidy habits annoyed her
greatly.
She had pleged herself before she was
married not to disturb the peace of home
by scolding; but how to cure him with
| out. she could not tell.
| She bore with him patiently day after
day, till one morning after he had gone to
the office she went into the parlor, and
| there lay Paul's heavy shawl right across
the table, crushing all the pretty triies
beneath It's heavy weight.
~ don't care, | can't stand this and
WON'T" said Mita, as she carefully raised
the shawl from her treasures and discov-
| cred that one of her choicest wedding
presents was broken.
"Oh! l don't know what to do; but
this l will not have" she continued with
| considerable vehemence, which every
good wife must have If she expects to get
on with the most unreasonable of all ami
mals-a man.
.'Something must be done and at once,
to cure Paul of such performances as
this" went on Mita as she removed the
ruins. And all the morning she went
about her household duties with lips
tightly closed, and flash in her blue eyes
which seemed to say she had already
found cure for when woman (having
wilD says must and shall, subjugation
is sure to follow.
Before Mita closed her eyes that night
she had arranged her plans for the CAM
paign against her lord and master, who
at that moment was sleeping peacefully
and innocently at her side.
She meant, however, to give him one
more chance.
| So after breakfast, when Paul drew on
his boots and gave his slippers their US
ual toss into the centre of the room. she
gently said: paul. dear, wouldn't it be
better to put your slippers in the bed
room?"
mo; let 'em alone; they'll be handy to-
night" replied Paul.
But. Paul, dear, they look so un-
tidy"
why no they don't. A thing looks as
well In one place as another What's
the use of a mans having home II he
can't keep his things where he wants to-"
said rebellious Paul.
Nv hats the use of keeping wife and
| servants picking up your things all day"
asked Mita pleasantly.
mo use just let EN- alone; don't pick
EN- up at all, and then can find EN-
where put EN-" replied Paul, as he kiss
ed his pretty wife and departed.
| As soon as the door closed, Mita's lips
were again closely compressed, and her
eyes flashed more than yesterday.
well, war it is then y she said to her
self" and now, Master Paul, two can play
at this game, and We will see who wins
She set quietly about her mornings
work, and when Paul came home TO
lunch, everything was, as usual, neat and
| orderly.
She busted herself with her needle
work till nearly time for Paul to return to
dinner; then she put away her work and
prepared, as she told herself, for the
battle.
First, she put Paul's slippers where he
left them-in the centre Of the room !;
then she tossed his shawl on the piano
and his best hat on the table.
Presently, his dressing gown she threw
over the end Of the sofa, together with =
number of dresses which she had brought
from the chamber.
| Her furs were in Paul's own easy chair
and her best bonnet kept his slippers CON-
pauy near the centre-table, while her
own slippers lay upon the writing-desk
CHANGING about the room with an anus
ed smile, she sat down and waits d. In a
few minutes the door opened and in walk
ed Paul.
He gave a low whistle of surprise at the
disorder Of the room, and seeing Aita sit
ting calmly in the nidst Of it crochet
ing
why, Mita," he said, what's the mat
ter. You're not sick, are your
No. Why" replied Mita looking up
ANONYMOUSLY
"Oh nothing. only thought perhaps
you WERE" he answered dryly, as he look
ed for 4 place to sit down.
Mita kept on with her work. Present.
ly Paul said. paper come this EVENING""
| mot quite time for It," answered Mita,
looking up at the clock.
"Mita, met Whitcomb just now, and
he said ne would come round this eve
ning.'
Gan right. He probably won't come
before dinner. II. will be ready soon,"
said Mita, as she worked In silence.
| Hadn't YOU better put things to rights
before he comes" said Paul glancing I'M
easily around the room.
"Oh, no, just let 'em be-" answered
Mita.