MY LITTLE REVENGE.

Evening Post, Volume LX, Issue 18, 21 July 1900, Page 2 (Supplement)

MY LITTLE REVENGE.

We were packing for our annual outing Or, to be more precise, my wifa was packing, whLe I trotted hither and thither under her direction collecting the things she wanted to put in the trunks next, that is, sometimes ; more frequently I seemed to hand her the things she did not want to put in. the trunks next. For myself, I cannot see why a pink shirt waist doesn't occupy exactly the same space as a blue one, or why my lavender trousers don't do as well in a given place as my gray ones, or why one petticoat should be preferred before another one just like it, except in the — ruehing, is it? — anyway, the perforated stuff around the bottom, but there must be some ocult reason for all this. At least my wife insisted on having her own way, and jeered so at my lack of understanding that at last I lapsed into silent submission and mutely devoted my legs to her service without suggestion ox comment. . But if I felt humiliated and inferior because of my subservient position, I had my compensation. I was hugging to my bosom a delicious jest. Secretly I chuckled over it, privately I gloated over it. With all her assumption of superiority, with all her generalissimo airs, my wife had evidently forgotten her best dress. 'Tbere it lay on the bed in the other room beruffled, befurbelowed, beribboned, and made especially for this vacation, and, oh joy ! oh rapture ! completely forgotten by the packer-in-chief whilst, ignoring me, she scientifically filled the trunks with other things. 1 could hardly control my glee until the proper moment came to topple her pride in the dust. But at last the last trunk was locked and strapped. The hour of my revenge had stmck! ■».cll, my dear," I observed, with an irrepressible snicker, "we've finished at last." "We," smiled my wife. "We? I'd like to see you try to get everything into those trunks." "You did, didn't you?" I cried in an ecstacy of mirth. "Oh, yes, you did." "Certainly," calmly asserted my wife. "Look at this; just look at this!" I exclaimed, as, convulsed with laughter, I ied her into the next room. "Of course you didn't forget this, meant to leave it behind all the time, eh?" "Certainly not," replied my wife with a dimpling smile. "But you didn't, you actually didn't think I was going to crush and crumple it in one of the trunks V Why, you old goose, of course I'm going to do it up in papers, and you've got to carry it on your" lap so it won't be missed."