The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-03-19

writing desk attachment to smither
Gems. while the ink from its broker
bottle trickled serenoly mp the .wiggl
ing agent OF its destruction. As she
felt that small but industrious stream
meandering her person. Mrs. S grew
excised and called Spilkins several de.
cidedly uncomplimentary names
Then she besought him to get her out
again; and Spilkins tried once more.
First no pulled on one end OF her.
and then the other until he nearly
toro his one big wife into two littl,
ones but II was all In vain; there SHIT
stuck; Spilkins desisted. mopped hi
glowing countenance and then callee
up the whole household.
They all tried. individually and col.
lectively. 10 extricate MIRA Spilkini
from her somewhat embarrassing posi-
ton, but they only succeeded in Civ.
ing themselves and her sundry severe
whacks In the most unexpected places
with different parts OF the crazy gear.
ing. Then they hold consultation
of war while Mrs 8 sobbed and
scolded by turns and her face grew
red with the lurid slush OF boiling
lobster Her position was far from
being comfortable one
Then the book OF directions wa.
picked up and consulted. but the more
they studied it the more confused they
grew. At last after they had made
every possible effort to rescue the sui.
fering woman some one cried.
Send for young Mr. Hook, the
inventor who lives opposite
The thought was like an inspiration
and in few minutes young Mr..
Hook was viewing the situation. He
inspected the mangled mass of millin-
cry and mechanism and then ad-
vanced to tho attack.
He twitchHd and twisted and pressed
buttons and pulled strings. He got hit
on top of the head with the umbrella
attachment for out OF door use. and
under the chin with Mrs. Spilkin's
one available caterpillar crusher.
About that time he desisted and called
for the book OF directions.
He consulted this SO long that Spill
kins thought he must be studying the
context OF his wife's somewhat ample
stockings instead of the pamphlet be.
fore him. and so ordered him out OF
the house again with bloodthirsty
look in his eyes. Young Mr.. Hook
gave one fearful glance and then fed
Then Mrs. S. grew fairly purple in
the face and looked just as II she were
going to have spavins-or maybe II
was spasms that she was threatened
with. 1t was something OF that sort
anyway.
Bring me saw" said Spilkins in
despair. Il must either sacrifice a
mechanical wonder or mortal one
Bring me a saw"
And the saw was brought Spilkins
rolled up his sleeves. spit on his
hands grabbed the implement and
went for the internal apparatus OF the
Wonder with WILL
He worked away for some ten min
utes with desperation and the hand
saw; and by that time he had sawed
off about every piece Of wood in the
whole concern. to say nothing OF this
wile's fingers. But Mrs. Spilkins said
right their still. The iron work held
her
Finally as last resort machinist
was sent for. In due season he APP
peared with tools enough to manu-
facture locomotive. He grasped
the situation at once. rs well as a
hammer and cold chiseL and then he
also attacked tho Wonder.
After about fifteen minutes hard
pounding, Mrs. Spilkins was rescued
from the ruins without further dam
age except that the hammer glanced
once and amputated one OF her big
oe-nails. Then the smith went home
and Mrs. s. to bed.
Slowly and laboriously Mr.. Spilkins
and the chore boy carried out the bat
tered fragments Of the newly acquired
Wonder and packed them sadly away
in the loft OF the carriage house Then
solem silence as OF death settled
down upon the mournful scene. Chi
cago Sun.