Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1876-04-26

THIS Is THE WAY AsToRs ARE MADE.
"A Munson street man being told that
there were several pieces of tin which
needed mending, conceived the idea OF
getting an iron and solder and doing
the mending himself. His wife, filled
with vague forebodings perhaps, said
that the expense was such a trifie
that it would hardly pay to do 1t one
self, to which he responded:
"I'll admit that in this one instance
it would not pay; but there is some
thing being in want of repair every
little while, and if have the tools here
for fixing it, we are saved just so much
expense right along. 1t may not be
much i'm the course of year, but every
little helps, and in course of time the
total would amount to a nice little
lump. We don't want the Astors lug
ging off all the money in the country,
by gracious" a
He got the iron-$1-and so cents
worth of solder, and 10 cents worth of
rosin. He came home with these things
and went into the kitchen, looking so
proud and happy that his wife would
have been glad he got them were it not
for an overpowering dread OF an i'm
pending muss. He called for the arti-
Cles needing repair. His wife brought
out a pan.
"Where's the rest?" Bring 'em all
out an let me make one job of 'em while
I'm about it. )"
He got them all and seemed to be dis
appointed that there were not more OF
them. He pushed the iron into the fire,
got a milk-pan inverted on his knee
and, with the solder in his hand, waited
for the right heat.
''That iron cost only 81, and it'll
never wear out, and there's enough
solder i'm this piece to do $25 worth of
mending," he said to his wife.
Pretty soon the iron was at the right
heat, he judged. He rubbed the rOsin
about the hole which was to be repaired, =,
held the stick of solder over it, and
carefully applied the iron. 1t was an
intensely interesting moment. His wife
watched him with feverish interest.
He said. speaking laboriously, as he ap-
piled the iron: ''The-only-thing-
-regret-about-it is-that-I-did-
not-think of-getting-this-before-
We" Then assembled through that
ceiling, and up to the vault of heaven,
the most awful yell that woman ever
heard, and on the instant the soldering
iron flew over the stove, the pan went
Gathering across the floor, and the bar
of solder struck the wall with such
force as to smash right through both
plaster and lath. And before her hOrri-
fled gaze danced her husband in an
ecstacy of agony, sObbing and scream
ing, and holding on to his left leg as
desperately as if it was made of solid
gold and studded with diamonds.
"Get the camphOr, why don't you, y
he yelled. "Send for a doctor. Oh
Oh! I'm dead man," he shouted.
Just then his gaze rested on the solder
ing iron. In an instant he caught it up
and hurled it through the window with
out the preliminary of raising the sash.
Itwas some time before the thoroughly
frightened and confused woman learned
that some of the molten solder had run
through the hole in the pan on his leg,
although she knew from the first that
something of an unusual nature had oc-
Cured. She didn't send for the doctor.
She made and applied the poultices her.
self to save expense. She said:
"We don't want the Astors Juggling
off all the money in the country, by
gracious" ..
"Come, Maria, don't you be too cum
ning," he sheepishly expostulated.-
Danbgry Netos.