The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1895-10-10
MIGGLEs WORTH INSISTED
xhere Was Ice Cream to Be Frozen, and
He Would Do 1t.


with asparagus green and the brightness
of autumn leaves, and it looked as if the
thing was going to be one of the incest So
cial events of the season.
They'll begin coming at O'Clock. y
Mrs. Wigglesworth said at dinner, land
everything is ready but the ice cream
You'll have to send up q man for that
''I'd like to know what for?'' said Mr..
Wigglesworth.
Why, to freeze it, of course, - explained
his wife TITS awfully hard work turning
the crank an hour
"Hump!' grumbled Mr.. Wigglesworth,
who held a mans opinions concerning an
afternoon function. Seems to me you
ard that hired girl might find time to
twist a galvanized iron crank around
few minutes without subjecting me to ex-
ira expense. Want to ruin me?'
''Ellery Wigglesworth - returned his
wife severely, do you think 1 am going
TO put on my best dress and freeze ice
cream while the first ladies in town are
arriving every minute and having to be
talked to:''
"B-a-a-h-hr' commented Mr.. Wiggles-
worth. where is this freezer? I'll show
you how to make p dollar
Down in the cellar Mrs. Wigglesworth
had got everything ready. There was the
freezer, borrowed of a neighbour duly filled
with six quarts of liquid, and there were
ice and salt and other things necessary
Mr.. Wigglesworth loaded the salt and ice
into the wooden cylinder and gave the
crank few preliminary revolutions.
Don't see anything the matter with
this, do you:'' he asked. Don't knows
you like to have a dollar saved Rather
make folks think you'd spent a fortune
pro'bly.'
Merrily twirled the crank, while Mrs.
Wigglesworth crowded in some more
pounded ice.
Regular picnic, this is - said Mr. Wig
ellsworth, side of the old churn l used to
work when was boy. Mother used to
keep me at it all the time. Said that one
good churn deserved another-he, he, heP'
'What did she mean by thatf'' Mrs.
Wigglesworth innocently asked.
'What did she mean by that?' tartly re-
torted Mr.. Wigglesworth, whose muscles
began to feel it. HWhat does anybody
mean by anything? Can't you understand
a joke when it's shown to you?''
81 don't see any joke in your mother
saying that one good churn deserved an
other, Mrs. Wigglesworth persisted. IF
she had one churn, I should think that
would be nice, but how could it deserge''-
"Ya-h-h!' snarlod Mr.. Wigglesworth,
grinding savagely away, whats the use
y
couldn't see a joke if it was pasted on the
end of the Lick telescope. Quit jammirg
in that ice!'' he shouted as the machine
went trifle harder. WANT to stop the
thing?''
1T amt me, - Mrs. Wigglesworth mild
1y rejoined. cts the cream beginning to
harden"
"Great lot you know about it!' grum-
bled her husband, pausing to wipe the
perspiration from his brow.
Mrs. WiggleswOrth said she must now
go and "dress, and with a few encourage
ing words vanished up the stairs. Mr..
Wigglesworth turned on, pausine now and
then to mop off his forehead and nutter
things to himself
Every man of weak and yielding ma
ture who has allowed hinself-once-to
be bound to the chariot wheels of the ice
cream freezer can recall with CHASTITY clear
ness how the lemon colored mixture on
tho interior OF the tin can, after reaching
a certain degree of hardness, appears to be
content to remain there. Round and round
spun the handle, Mr.. Wigglesworth paus-
ing at intervals to gloomily contemplate
the growing blisters on the palms of his
hands.
Overhead he could hear the shu1fling of
feet as visitors arrived and went stiffly
through the ceremonies of introduction.
ooh, Ellery, " hoarsely walled Mrs. Wig
ellsworth, rushing half way down the
stairs, "can't you hurry up? Everybody's
coming, and it's dreadful to give them
only tea, and they are looking around and
wondering what the table is for with
dishes on it and no ice orean!''
'What you $ pose 1 care:'' returned Mr..
Wigglesworth, wanting to yell, but forced
to keep his voice under ''Think I've got
nothing to do but prance around here
twisting blamed old hand organ? You
go on back and shake hands with the rest
of them false crimp females, will you, and
let me aloner'
''What is that singular rumbling noise?"
asked one of the guests little later.
IL don't hear anything faltered
Mrs Wigglesworth forcing a distorted
smile into her face.
Il hear something, said another guest,
a thin, little woman, with an inquisitive
nose. "Hark''
The roomful of ladies CONCEALED into 81
1ence. There was small need of Mrs. Wig
glesworths assimilation. From beneath
their feet, nuff1ed by the carpeted floor,
came a strange series of noises, the bur
OF machinery, it might be, punctuat-
ed by a granting sound as of a railroad
engine getting under way, and now and
then thud like a man falling out of q
balloon and alighting on the roof of q
Presbyterian church.
Burglars" lucidly cried fat woman
in red dress. "They're boring their way
in through the cellar WALL" And she
stood up in chair.
Then, just as everybody was turning
pale and getting ready to talk all at once,
the mixture which for two hours had gone
Oh making Mr.. Wigglesworth madder
suddenly went thick, and the dasher, re-
VOlvinc slower quickly exhausted his re-
| naming strength.
''Gash hummux the old thing'' he
yelled, losing all regard for the society
event overhead. what ails it now?' And
he twitched the machine savagely across
the cellar floor. "Why don't you twist
around here, same's you been doing since
tackled you last spring. he beloved, and
he flung it against the granite wall.
want to keep me here grinding this old
crank till Christmas, don't your" And he
knocked down one of the furnace pipes
with If q R1f 7 want Won IN I. -