The Arkansaw traveler., 1888-09-15
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sI say, John, Chat means mel, I shall be delighted, sAtisfled, happy, whom the day dawns and finds us pos sessed of a grate and an open fAreis So remarked Sophronia, who bears the other end of the oopjugal yoke.
 al wish you to take notice of the fact, Sophronia, that there Is but one man envy in this world, and that is the man who sits down and enjoys the comfort of an open-grate fire. If ever l posses one I shall think that the Lords Prayer has begun to be an- swercd, and that the kingdom Is com- ing for snre."
 "Swing low, sweet chariot" that's by Sam, the eldest olive branch, who is always coming in on the chorus In one way or another.
 We walked up street and eaw through the windows tho wave oi flame gleaming so brightly from the open grates. We walked down street and signals of comfort flashed through the glistening panes, telling of the luxury loanging by an open fro. We crossed town and were taunted TO- peatedly by the flashing light from tho open grates, aud we talked and sighed as we walked, and as we sat by that dark monstrosity-the register or by the radiator on the upper floors of that "some day" when we'd "have an open-g -grate fro and enjoy life" Well, we have got there and have got it--six of 1t. Happy2 Well, I'd remark I've sat down to announce to an anxious world, seeking comfort, that the suspicious day has dawned and happiness and comfort at last perch high. Nothing like grate for cheerfulness ("What are you looking 30 glnm for, Saml" "l'm cold and that fire pot gives no heatl'o and beauty. c'I say, John, when you poke the fro a perfect cloud of ashes covers every thing.") Entering the room tho bright flames arc most cordially well come, joining with tho general tidiness, (John, just sec the smoke ai d soot from that grate has made these cur tains black as your hatp' the pictures and the attractive paper ("Father, how many weeks will 1t take to bury that handsome wall paper in garb of mourning?") and the piano suggesting song tJohn, tho smoke and dust from that fire are just ruining Sarah's piano VO from happy hearts.
 The radiance C"Sam, punch that fire, will you?') of the mounting flame c"What's burning, Sophronia7" "A coal snapped out the grate on to the carpet" has glory all Its own. No black, iron.grated hole in floor or wall ("Sarah, ask Betty to bring some coal, please.") can ever equal It, nor gilded radiator surpass ("What a dis agreeable sight that ash-pan is, mother !'') 1t, nor base- burner ("John, you must send up carpenter with some weather strips of some kind. , with its stihing heat ("My back is as cold as ice, mother?") can be men, tioned in comparison in the same year. C"Betty, bring mother her heavy shawl.o
 Yes, we have crowned our desires reached the acme of our hopes; capped the climax with six gratcs, all our own. of some of you will get from between this desk and that fire, I'll be less likely to freeze."
 Delighted ! happy 1 satisfied 1 Enough so that we do not envy any man (''l say, father, these grates are cold com- fort.") because he owns ("John, If you do not put in furnace next summer I'll get divorce !'o a grate. ("MOther Pm going to the Kitchen range and get warmly The comfort ("Come Sam, stir up that fireiO is such as we never CT don't ses, father, what pos sessed you and mother to have grates and no furnace; must have been stuck on them!'') before enjoyed. We are going to invite in our friends that they may enjoy with us--but it will be next July, not this January. C'Gee- whizz, Sophronia, let's go to the kitchen, the ink is frozeI")