The Arizona sentinel., 1888-10-27
A WONDERFUL MACHINE.

G It Is in Common Use-The Remarkable
 ThingS It Can Accomplish.
 'Mother, why are you sewing with your hands and not on the machine?' asked George.
 Because the machine is out oi order, and I can not make it run"
 "And can'tyou fix it?"
 "No; must send for some one to dc it. But there are some kinds of sew ing which can not be done on a ma chine, so I am in no hurry about it.
 Machines are bothersome things any way" said Hugh. ''I went into papa's office to-day to practice little on his typewriter, and he said I couldn't, because he hadn't the right kind of paper for it.
 "When I'm a man." said George, 'Tm going to invent machines. But I'm going to make the kind that are not always getting out of order"
 You'll be smart fellow if you do that" said Hugh. Every thing gets out of order, sooner or later, doesn't it, mother?"
 ''Most things do" she said.
 "Wouldn't it be splendid mother, " said George" if some body could in vent machine that could do just about every thing? One machine to write and SOW and knit, and-yes, and sweep and wash, and plenty of other things" ' ''Yes, such machine is very good thing"
 "Ls, mother? Why, you don't mean to say there is such a machine?"
 "Yes, I do."
 "And have you ever seen one?"
 "Yes."
 "Oh! I'd like to see one. Was it when you were in Europe when you saw it?"
 ''Yes, but 1 have seen them in- this country, too"
 Do they go by steam or electrici- ty?" asked Hugh.
 Neither, I think"
 Hell us some.of the things they can do, mamma"
 Well, I have seen them sew and knit and write, as you say"
 ''The same machine?n
 "Yes, and sweep and cook and wash dishes. And some of them can cut down trees, and use a SEW and ham, mer; indeed, they're so delicately formed and yet so strong that they can pick up pin or grain of sand, or build a locomotive or ship or great building. Only, for any great work it takes good many of the machines working together"
 And don't they wear out or get out of order very soon?"
 ''No, I have known machines which with the most ordinary care had worked on for seventy years or more. :"
 ''What are they made of Who makes them?n cried George, eagerly.
 But Hugh laughed as he took his mothers hand and kissed it.
 Its all true," he said, "Here is a little machine that makes skirts, and sews on buttons, and puts on patches, and mends stockings-yes, and makes pies and cakes, and sweeps and dusts, and plays on the piano, and paints, and embroiders.
 And here is One," said mamma, taking his hand in her turn, ''that can handle pencil, and pen, and mar bles, and bat and ball, and rake, and a hoe, and hammer. Can pile up wood, too, and chop kindling (when its master has a mind to let itch, HughD You could tell of plenty of other things it can do."
 And plenty more it may do after awhile," said Hugh, thoughtfully.
 "Yes, there is no telling what such a machine, well and carefully trained, may do."
 And it doesn't get out of order, said George, critically examining his machine; ''and yet how many little hinges and joints there are. "
 His mothers machine was not plump like his own, and he came to look at the tendons which did their duty so perfectly as her nimble fingers moved. Hugh turned his own fingers and hands this way and that, then looked at his grandmother, who sat knitting in the porch outside.
 ''Yes, indeed" he said, grand mas hands have kept on for seventy years and see how lively they are yet. And how many good things and kind things they must have done in all these years. And these machines never have to be oiled. I never thought before how much there is to a hand. Why, if one of all these little joints should strike work, what fuss there'd be!'
 "Yes," laughed George, trying with