Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-05-06
THE HOSTESS WHO FUSES.

Plant of Feminine Writer Who Has
Suffered at Some Time in Her Life.
If it is true that you never thoroughly
| know your women friends till they come to
| stay in your house, is likewise undeniable
| that even the friend of your bosom will de-
velOp undrCamed of domestic virtues or
vices when you become the recipient of her
| hospitality. If there is any clement of
| friction between entertainer and enter
| tanned, it Is always more pronounced in
| the middle class thlee-maids-and-a ABBOTT
and-knife- boy establishment than in the
haunts of our richer brethren. This is so
| of necessity, because the limited number
| of servants means fewer guests at a time
| and in consequence one sees more of the
| "lady of the house" than would otherwise
| be possible.
There are occasions when such a consum-
| nation is of all things to be desired, but
| this is not the case when you are the vic
| tim of the undivided attention of fussy
hostess who is bent on entertaining you.
Trains etc, being to blame, we arrive at
7;45, cold and hungry, dinner being at 8.
We note that the master and mistress of
| the house have already donned their even
ing garments. He is the soul of punctual-
one objectionable sin. We have no maid
the size of the house. etc, fOrbids this-and
knowing that at this hour the waiting
maid has her hands full and the split"
girl is especially wanted in her hybrid ca
pacity, we think with despair of our neces-
sary unpacking and arranging, while our
hostess wastes five of our precious fifteen
minutes lettering in the hall She does
al ! lul tnfr hot oh ho
proper inquiries about our journey-why
the train was late if we didn't find it very
cold, etc, and at length asks if we would
like to see orr room.
We jump ut the offer and wonder which
frock will go on in ten minutes
She precedes us up the stairs, opens q
door, and with a slight wave of the hand
indicates that we are to make ourselves at
home. We enter and so does shel We
have already had enough experience for
our vision of down-in-time-with-a
to be dispellcd. She first observes that our
candles are not lighted. She proceeds to
illuminate, but the candles are new and
the wicks will not catch At last they
flicker, and she looks around to see that
the curtains are not drawn She draws
them, of course, with our help. One can
not be brutally brusque within quarter
of IN hour OF arrival in strange house.
Then she remarks that the fire is low,
which it is not, and hot bedroom happens
to be our bette noir. She puts on Goals and
luckily blacks her own fingers and is
obliged to retire.
BY this time it is three minutes to s. OF
course we are late, but our host on this oc-
cason is amiability itself, and a volume of
domestic history is contained in his dry
remark; 81 was sure you would be late
heard my wife in your room" At 1890
move is made for bed Tired and head |
achy we welcome the release, and with
thankful heart we just begin to say good |
night, when 'I'm coming up to see that |
everything ia right in your room" comes |
sweetly from the lips of our tormentor
A moments reflection makes us think |
that perhaps this solicitude is iustifable, |
and that we may be wrongin the idea that |
it would be kinder to let tired guest de- |
part in peace. On entering our bedroom |
she declines the proffered chair, and says !
she must be going in minute. Despite
this assertion she gets upon the subject of |
clothes and servants and never leaves us
till midnight Philadelphia Press.