New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1886-02-17
THE COMING MAN.

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had better have the stove up. Don't
you think SOP" she meekly ventured,
as she handed him nice cup of steam-
ing coffee, and pushed the fresh, hot
biscuits a little nearer his plate, as
though for a coaxer.
The question OF putting up the
stove" when the melancholy days"
draw nigh is one that is universally
relegated to the limbo OF "last resorts.
in all well or i'll regulated households.
Possibly the present one was no ex-
ception, else why did the worthy ma
iron hasten to automatically suggest
that the honorable head of the pros
pective freside ''try some of those
biscuits while they are nice and hot"
The daughter ceased shoveling div
ers teaspoonfuls OF sugar into her
coffee, and almost shudderingly await
ed the 'tirrepressible conflict"
Paterfamilias quietly selected a
nicely Drowned biscuit, broke it, but
tered the upper half, and then simply
and concisely said
II believe it is generally conceded
that man dislikes to tackle so cold
blooded thing as a stove. But that
coffee has warmed me up till I declare
would stand up to a set-to with the
the most scientific stoveln existence,
q la Sullivan; but I'll compromise on
another biscuit for the present.
They're justsplendid."
Mother and daughter looked at each
other; the father, was interested in
spreading another upper half
20, fixed for 1t two days ago, but
you seemed to be hurried or. worried
about business, and so / hated to
bother you about it,
s'Well, you see, I've just been ap-
pointed superintendent OF Registrars
by President Cleveland. My duties
are a little arduous. The Registrars
are worked very hard, and I have to
see that they have proper and suffi-
Gent nourishment. One OF EN- tainted
yesterday from overwurk," and he
winked with his off eye at daughter.
While mother was trying to get the
tangle out OF his last remarks, he had
buttered and eaten another upper
half. He was dainty in his epicure-
anism.
''Then you'll be ready to put the
stove up tonight, after supper, will
your" she finally asked.
whats the matter with putting it
up now"
"Why you can't do it this morning;
che train goes in forty minutes"
5 "Call John!'
Mother and daughter looked at each
other some more, as this Napoleonic
fiat went forth, and another upper
half disappeared.
The hired man was out in the patch;
it made him so mad at being disturb
ed that he yanked tomato from the
vine and hit yellow rooster a. ire
mendous whack with it.
Soon there was a select assembly in
the coal shed; the introductory services
i We're short; the monument of perversi-
ty was quickly unveiled lit had
been placed in q corner and COW
cred with an old carpet six months
sbefore), and slow-moving, bent-back
procession, attended by two mourn
"ers as body guard, sidled it's sinuous
way through the yard, across the
porch and in at the door, only paus-
ing long enough to keep from skinning
it's knuckles against the door posts,
to the zinc throne that had been raised
for His Iron Majesty; the legs were ad-
sjusted, every one fit, not one had
.swelled or shrunk in the interim; the
.stovepipe slipped into it's joints
aghast at the unwarranted humility
Of it's former joint conspirators, the
legs; it actually forgot to put its ell
bows akimbo or trail SCOT on the car
pet; it was an Unconditional surren-
der" In lust twenty seven min
utes from the time that the upper
half OF that last biscuit was buttered,
or in just twenty -four minutes from
the time that John astonished the
yellow rooster with the tomato that
stove was in it's place, secure, erect, a
standing illustration and unparal-
leled example OF what science, dizziness
and good nature can accomplishing
Man, the Hour and the Stove had
made close connection that time.
Not even q 'big, big d. smote upon
the astonished air with trenchant sug-
gestiyeness. There had been nothing
like it since the last eclipse, rflood,
OF. something.
Mother and daughter gazed at each
other in utter CONSERVATION for hall
an hour, and then it occurred to them
that it would be a good thing to build
fire and get out the stove polish.
He the coming man was going on his
way rejoicing.
Where!
Why toward the train leisurely
smoking, a cigar.
But the mustard seed had been
planted; the leaven had been introduc-
ed!
Pretty soon fire was burning
cheerily,
What was the matter with your
father this morning." said the next
door neighbor, as She hastily wiped
the dishpan and hung it up to dry;