The Leavenworth weekly times. [volume] (Leavenworth, Kan.) 1870-1880, 1873-12-18
CONVENIENT.
How to be Rec0nciled to the
Weather.

The storm which has capered around here
for the last three days is beginning 70 tell
upon the spirits of the people. 1t is hard
for many. especially the dry goods dealers
and milIiners to become reconciled to spell
of weather, which keeps the female spend
Thrills close within their homes, and puts .
general embargo on retail trade.
We never knew more than one man who
was perfectly satisfied with the weather at
all times and under all circumstances. 1t
was Chubb. In summer, when the Their
mometer bolted up among the nineties,
Chubb would come to the front door with
beads of Precipitation standing out all over
his red face, until his head would look like
a raspberry, and would look At the sky and
say. "Splendid-perfectly splendid Noble
weather for the poor and for the ice COM
panies and for the washer-women They
don't shake up any such climate as this in
Italy. Gimme me my umbrella, Harrie',
~hile l sit out here on the steps and enjoy
it," In winter, when the mercury would
creep down fifteen degrees belsw zero, and
the cold was severe enough to freeze the
inside OF Vesuvius solid to the center of the
globe, Chubb would sit on q fence and
exclaim, sly lingo! did you ever see such
weather az this? like an atmosphere that
freezes up your very marrow. 1t helps the
coal trade and keeps the snakes quiet. Don't
talk of summer time to me. Gimme cold
and give it TO me stiff" When there was q
drought, Chubb used to meet us in the street
and remark, 'No rain yet, zee! Magni6-
cent, Isn't it? want my weather dry;
want it with the dampness left out. Moist
ure breeds fever and ague, and vets your
clothes. Ifthere's anything despise. its
to carry IN umbrella. No rain for me, if
you please" When it rained for q week,
and swamped the country, Chubb often
dropped in to see us, and to observe. Il
dunno how you feel about this yer rain, but
il allus SCENE to me that the heavens never
drops no blessings but when We have long
vet spell. 1t makes the corn jump and
cleans the sewers. wouldn't give a cent to
live in climate where there was no rain.
Put me on the Nile, and I'd die in a
week. Soak me through and through
10 the inside of my undershin'
and ieel as if life was bright and beautiful,
and sorrer nothing but nonsense" Chubb
was always happy in thunderstorm. He
would say, Put me in a thunderstorm,
and let the lightning play around me and
Pm at home. I'd rather have one storm
that'd tear the inside out of the continent
than dozen of yer little dribblin', waierin'
pot showers II l can't have ripin' and a
rorin' storm don't want none" One day
Chubb was on the roof fixing shinRle,
when tornado struck him. lifted him of.
carried him a quarter Of mile, and dashed
him with such terrible violence against =
fence that his leg was broken. As they CT
ried him home We met him, and when We
a-ked him how he felt, he oper ed his eyes
and languidly said, Immoral powers! what
a storm th.t wac! When it does blow,
it quits the senior member of the Chubb
family il il blows hard. I'd give both legs
if We could have a squalI Ike that every
day. H." Then he f,in'.d. We want
Chubb elected President. lie is the only
man in the universe who don't growl At the
weather, and he ought 10 have glory and
honor.