Union and American. [volume] (Greeneville, Tenn.) 1875-1877, 1876-02-10

him. He was taken to the station
and locked up. After about three
hours he called out:
Il am soothed-I am calm again
But they didn't let him out
Detroit Free Press. IN.
THE WAY AsTORs ARE MADE.
A Munson street man being told
that there were several pieces of
tin which needed mending, con
ceived the idea of getting an iron
and solder and doing the mending
himself. His wife, filed with
vague forebodings perhaps, said
that It would hardly pay to do it
oneself, to which he responded:
Eli admit that in this one in
stance it would not pay, but there
is something beingnn want Of re
pair 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
in the course of a year, but every
little helps, and in time the total
would amount to a nice little lump.
We don't want the Astors lugging
off all the money in the country,
by gracious .r.
He got the iron-one dollar
and fifty cent5's worth of solder,
and ten 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 impending muss. He
called forFtbe artIcIes needing re-
PAIR. His wife brought out a pan.
Where's the rest? Bring EN-
all out an let me make u job OF
'em while I'm about it,
lie got them all, and seemed to
be disappointed that there were
not more of them. He pushed the
iron into the fire, and got q milk
pan inverted on his Knee, and with
the solder in his hand, waited tor
the right heat.
The iron only cost a dollar, and
it'll never wear out, and there is
enough solder in this piece to do
twenty-five dollars worth OF
mending,' he explained to his
wife.
Pretty soon the iron was at the
right heat, he judged. He rubbed
the rosin about the whole which
was to be repaired, held the stick
of solder over it, and carefully APP
piled the iron. 1t was an intense
ly interesting moment. His wife
watched him with ~feverish interest.
He said, speaking laboriously, as
he applied the iron: al
The only thing | regret about it
is that l didn't think about this
before we ua
Then assembled through that
ceiling, and up into the very vault
Of heaven the awfulest yell that
woman ever heard, and the same
moment the soldering iron flew
over the stove, the pan went clat-
tering over the floor, and the bar
of solder struck the wall with such
force as to smash right through
both the plaster and lath. And
before her Mortified gaze danced
her husband in an ecstasy of
agony; isobbing, screaming and
holding on to his left leg as des-
perately as if it were solid gold
and studded with diamonds.
Get the camphor, why don't
youY he yelled. Send for the
doctor! Oh, oh, I'm o dead manr
he shouted.
Just then his gaze rested on the
soldering iron. In an instant ha
caught it up and hurled it through
the window, without the prelimi-
nary Of raising9theTsash. I'M
1t was sometime before che thor.
oughlv frightened snd confused
woman learned that some Of the
molten solder had run through the
! hole in the pan and on to his leg,
! although she knew from the first
that something Of an unusual ma