Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-03-01
''Only the old putty is SO hard and my right


 wrist is so weak"-
 Nonsense; you could never do it in tn, world. Why, what tools have your
 ''See," said triumphantly as opened my housekeeper's trunk in the kitchen, where il stands in all its upholstered glory; ''see. her, arc tools"
 By jovo, you are laethcdical,' Ee said but where is your chiselr
 Alas, alacki a carpenter had borrowed i, long before. and it had not been returned"
 "'You see,' said our tall relative, with considerable masculine contempt in his tone you women always expect a man to work without tools. There is no one ill the uni verse who could get out that broken glass and clear out that putty without good sharp chisel'
 Esther and I were silenced for time, After dinner our six feet of relative left us and then in mood compounded of despera- ton, necessity and indignation in equal parts, rolled up my sleeves, put on a large apron, sharpened an old pruning knife and two Jackknives- and set to work.
 The T. R. had said we would break the other five lights getting the old pieces out and smash the new one getting it in
 Esther" said l with do-or-die air, q have not lived all over the United States, eaten garlic in France, black bread in Ger many, and mastered an Amsterdam hack driver to be conquered by this small affair. have tried every trade in town at one time or another, and those miserable delincuent worknen shall not make us miserable nv longer"
 "'Oh, but your poor sprained wrist said Esther
 " I know it, and if it gives out utterly and have to use type writer for the rest of my natural life, will write Q volume on the modern Ananias that will make every blessed artisan wish he had been born a G. Wash ington-'
 Did you ever attack putty which had been laid on for fifty-six odd years and painted over until it could not remember the original coat! That was the kind l had to deal with. The screwdriver, knives and oil. with persuasion and downright forceful shoves, and punches, and pushes, at last con- quered. It was the hardest task ever under LOOK, but Ill one hour the glass was set, the putty neatly smoothed down, the paint matched from my color box, and sank into a chair convinced that had found one task more disagreeable than writing obituary poems, and that was setting glass in windows Esther and the maid applauded, while they hunted up some salve for my blistered fin- gers and brushed up the debris"
 
 "The next day q regular blizzard set in and continued for three days, and the greatest satisfaction 1 have, next to Q feeling of security from pneumonia for my maid and broken ceilings in the old homestead, is the contemplation of the workmen who one by one go away after being told it was too late. From the 10th day of August to the 24th day or November is too long a wait in my home theatre"
 "1 wouldn't have done it for s bill. D said the bachelor
 When our artisans persist in telling such elephantine fibs about small business matters, it is quito time for women to learn how to handle chisel or plane"
 Then the bachelor, who knows something or surgery, insisted on examining my band aged hand, and his only remark was:
 As neat little blisters as ever saw" am thankful was born a woman.-De- troit Free Press