Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1889-03-21

" incompetent in matters Of physical
calculation. Now / can see jsst al
well ~ if I had stood ozer that mar
for an hour the amount of force re.
qnired to drive saw through stick
of wood and declare TO You here
/ and now that / an going to do the
next load myself. It's play; nothing
bat playI''
"Ah. il it?" And Lizbeth laughed
90 tantalizinsly that Mr.. Mouser turn
cd upon her in furry Of anger.
.You seem to have your doubts.
madam"
'Seeing Is believing. sir"
Rens ron shall see. Van ought
to know by this time that I am q man
with mind Of my own, and when
say | am going to do a thing I do it.
Please bear this in mind, Mrs. Nous
er. that am determined to never
more pay one dollar for a sawyer's
hire"
81 am afraid ! shall have to do q
little of the wood.sawing myself,
them" gravely murmured Mrs. Nous
er.
MIR. Mouser meant business. He
at once ordered the very best kind Of
saw,jack made. He purchased q
splendid saw with sharp teeth and q
light frame. He pranced about, hap
py rs a boy, with dabs of yellow and
green paint spattered ell over his per.
son until finally the saw frame suited
him in its yellow coat. The jack be
painted lovely light green.
Daily he promenaded impatiently
around the sheds whore the wood was
stored, and grumbled because the fuel
lasted 90 unusually long. At inter-
walls he added another coat of green
paint to the highly decorated jack
sawbuck, it is sometimes called-and
babe all his friends and neighbors
come and inspect his patient Calls.
thenic toys, until ev sryons for miles
around became familiar with Mr..
Mouser's green sawing-jack.
At last the longsd- for day arrived.
A big load of fine h 'ckory had been
piled up in close poximity to the tools
of defamation. Mr.. Msuser was all
excitement. He passed by his anus.
ed wife with important disdain. and
scarcely gave himself time to devour
his dinner, be was SO eager to be at
his work.
Nothing more. thanks" be replied
as his wife wished to replsnish his cup.
Rising. he fastened to handle his
pets with an ardor that caused Liz.
beth to smile knowingly as she watch.
ed him pick out the very smallest and
m ost slender of the cordsticks.
This was great mistake on Mr..
Mousers part. He should have tack.
led the difficult ones first, on the sim
pie bnt fruitful theory tina; cuatom
would have sweetened his toll with
the balm of greater ease.
My how the saw rented, and the
abbreviated sticks tumbled to the
ground Still Lizbeth who was peep
ing with laughter brimming eyes, no.
ticei that at the third stick wood
seemed to slacken just little, but
seven were finished, and Mr.. Monser
left off declaring he felt glorious.
The second day Mr.. Mouser remain.
ed at table a .trife longer. Four
sticks in broken lengths licked the
dust, however.
Third day, Mr.. Mouser took time
to glance over the daily news after
dinner. Record Three cord sticks.
"Lizbeth," said be, II think I've
been cheated in that saw jack. I, is
not put together on as practical plan
as l was led to believe at first. It
wriggles."
Fourth day, Mr.. Mouser toyed over
his dinner extensively. He smoked
his pipe and read the paper. He
glanced over his monthly magazine
until dark, and then started up, ex.
claiming
Mercy how short the days are r
Mrs. Mouser enjoyed the situation
intensely. but said never a word.
Fifth day, Mr.. Mouser rose with
sense of injustice resting upon him.
All day he was haunted by the out
rageous fate that made him the own
err of a saw jack.
my dear, we require more wood
than usual to-day and Tomorrow,
washing and ironing days, you know"
said Mrs. Mouser. as soon as be got
home.
Il never saw anything like the way
you women manage to consume fusli'
and then Mr.. Mouser grabbed his hat
and strobe hastily toward the shed.
A few sticks fell before the savage