The Prescott daily news., 1913-01-07
TYRANNY OF HER DAUGHTER LAW

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 Tf you'll promise not to tell a soul, harlotte," said Mrs. Darlington to her ostess. 'T'll admit that I'm suffering -om an overdose of daughter-in-law
 certain amount Is a mental stimulus -too much simply stultifles.
 "Frances, my son Arthur's wife, ame to visit me just at the time all ell regulate housekeepers think they ave to go through the deadening rocess known as housekeeping" she tent on. "Now, don't breathe 1t to
 soul but I never clean house. I cer- llnly try to keep things nice and omfortable, but my natural instinct to avoid dirt. My attitude Is that 1t will leave me alone I will leave alone.
 "Who minds little dust under the eds and in the closets? will answer lv own conundrum by telling you that frances does. She Is perfectly intol- rant about 1t. She is constantly talk lg about germs and microbes. Since
 am confessing all my shortcomings.
 will admit that I don't believe in mi- robes, anyway. They're far. too small. frances does, though. Oh, dear, yes, he does.
 "She simply can't sit down and read .appily unless the house has been thoroughly swept and garnished. can b it without a tremor. l can leave fishes unwashed until every dish in he house has been used and not feel a ualm. Frances has the dishes round q up and washed so quickly after hey have been used that she leaves ou with a defrauded feeling, as hough you had been done out of part f your meal.
 "The morning after she came I saw CT eylng the living room curtains. mich I must confess were not i'm. laculate.
 Don't look at those curtains, rances.' I said, in my merry, light earted way. T know they're not very lean, but I'm going to have the aundress wash and iron them Mon ay'
 Frances half opened her mouth, hen shut it again. I wondered at the Ime why she didn't say whatever it las she had on her mind, but later in be day I found out.
 Mother she said, tactfully- rancis is very tactful--that afternoon Then we were sitting in the living pom having what I considered a cozy title chat, I've been wondering If it Fouldn't be nicer if we should get ome curtain stretchers and stretch he curtains on them instead of hay ng the laundress wash and iron them
 ITO make long story short, she ragged me downtown that very after loon and We bought curtain stretch ITS. The next morning, with her own ands, she washed those curtains, Oh, here Is no doubt that she Is wonder 1l. l stand in the greatest awe of ny one who can wash things clean. ever could. They're always much 'orse when finish with them than Then I began.
 After the curtains were arranged suit her happened to mention that
 had some material which I intended make into comforters when the plrit moved me. Again speaking letaphorically. she fell upon that ma erial tooth and nall. Then for days he and I struggled and perspired mid pillows of cotton.
 When one morning she accidental opened the door of the chamber of orrors I thought she was going to amt, The chamber of horrors. by the 'ay, is the room into which it is the me honored custom of the family P pitch everything that the family lshes to rid itself of. Personally, Iet along very nicely by simply shut |ng my eyes. opening the door slight ! and shying in the article. . Then |iter the door Is shut have no fur Pier qualms. But Frances got quite hite when she looked in. She made pe leel-she did it tactfully-that no ecent, self-respecting woman could Nist In a house with a chamber of |orFors. So together we pulled and 'duIed and worked and suffered and ''lrsW things away and had a perfect horrible time generally. but we fine- emerged in that pathetic and espicable condition called "as neat as pin
 u took us days to do it and we ,ele both nearly dead when we got But the very next morning l'er We finished, if you can believe .e' found her with her head out of