A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story, by Samuel W.
Francis

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Title: A Christmas Story Man in His Element: or, A New Way to Keep
House
Author: Samuel W. Francis
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A
CHRISTMAS STORY,
BY
DR. SAMUEL W. FRANCIS.

PUBLISHED BY GEORGE H. MATHEWS, 929 BROADWAY,
NEW YORK.
1867.
A CHRISTMAS STORY.
MAN IN HIS ELEMENT: OR, A NEW WAY TO KEEP HOUSE.
BY DR. SAMUEL W. FRANCIS.


PART I.
A WOMAN'S PLAN.
'My dear Mary,' said I, one morning, to my widowed sister, as she sank
into an arm chair in front of my library fire, and heaved a sigh replete
with exhaustion and sadness:
'What is the matter?'
'Enough for a woman, William, but of course, nothing for an old
bachelor like you, who have only to pay your own bills, eat your meals
without the trouble of ordering them; lounge through a clean house

with no chasing after servants to sweep and wash and dust; sit in your
study, heaping log after log on your devoted andirons, and always
meeting me with such a provoking cheerfulness, while I have not a
moment to myself; am all the time running to give out stores to one girl;
soap and starch to another; candles and linen to the chambermaid, and
orders to the coachman; and, even then, I have no peace; for, no sooner
do I sit in the nursery, hoping to derive a few minutes comfort from a
quiet sew, than my ears are filled with the dissatisfaction of one girl;
the complaints of another; the threatenings to leave of another, and the
quarrels of all. I declare, William, I think it was too bad in you to insist
on our leaving that comfortable boarding house, where we lived so
much cheaper, and had no trouble. It was there, with my small family,
that I appreciated the freedom from care that you old selfish,
unsympathizing bachelors enjoy; and no wonder you laugh at us. The
fact is, you don't know anything about it; you ----'
'My dear Mary,' I repeated, 'you have said enough--I only ask for a few
minutes to put this matter in a new light, and, in time, you yourself will
be convinced.'
'That's all very well, William, but what's the use of talking to you men.
I never convinced one in my life. No sir! man is an animal that never
acknowledges either that he is wrong, or that a woman is right. I tell
you, servants are the bane of my existence. You cannot make them
happy, do what you may. Why, only the other day I gave Jane a nice
pair of gaiters that I had but partially worn out. She thanked me, and I
felt pleased that I had done one kind action, though it was a self-denial.
The very next morning, in coming out of the kitchen, I passed the ash
barrel, and looked in it to see if the cinders would ever be sifted. What
do you suppose I saw there, mixed up with lemon peel, tea leaves and
ashes? My boots, William--the very pair I had given Jane the day
before.'
'Well what did you do?'
'Do? Why as soon as I could recover I called her to me, and asked why
she had thrown them there.' She said without any excitement, that was
the worst of it, 'I couldn't wear them Madam.'

'Why not?' I said.
'They were too large for me.'
'Too large for her, the jade--think of that'--
'Don't say any more, Mary, I understand the case perfectly--and since
we cannot argue upon the matter just listen to my views (without any
interruption), in the form of a philosophical lecture. It will be very brief
but to the point.
'Though I have never kept house, as I am an old man I must have lived
somewhere all my life. Being possessed of a healthy and observing
intellect--I have seen and digested much; and it is all easy to my mind.
I have heard you through as I