Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-04-11


ter tn house an git drink of cider I
went in tn back way, an there I seen
Ike Lauterback's wife standin alone
stirrin. Missus he'd jest dumped tn las
| of thet tubful of schnitz inter tn kittle
an was in tn house with tn rest tn
weemen.
when Missus Lauterbach seen me,
she sails pleasantlike: I'm so glad you
come Your wife and tn rest of tn la
dies hes made batch Of cookies. Now,
you Jest stir here minute, an I'll go
git some for you"
II was kinder afraid ter take holt on
tibet there stirrer, SO sayd I'd git 'em
meself, but she sisted she d be right out,
an foolish I tuck tn han'le. Well,
tell you I regret ct tn minute done ct.
I stirred an stirred, an Mrs. Lauterbach
didn't come Then hear tn weemen
laughin in tn house like they'd die.
me wife she puts her head out tn
windy an sails, 'Jes keep on stirrin there
an don't you dast stop, fer tn butter'll
stick ter tn kittle an burn ct if you
does.
Down went tn windy. Twas jest
tibet hoppin mad I'd a notion ter quit
right there an leave tn ole thing burn,
but then was afraid Abe Scissors might
kerry Oh if did. So stirred an stirred
an stirred. tell you dom t know any
work as mean as thet Stop movin tn
stick, an tn kittle burns. If you ever
done ct you'll know ct amt no mans
work.
9th weemen allus does ct with us,
said the Tinsmith in superior tone.
81 cal lated they was ter do ct with
u.s." the Chronic Loafer continued, "but
Imistook. Istirred an stirred an stirred.
TIL fire got hotter an hotter an hotter,
an as ct got warmer TIL han lie Of tn
stirrer seemed ter git shorter, an me face
begin ter blister. KEEP ct up fer an hour
ana half, tell me legs was neargivin way
under me, me fingers was stiff an ach-
in, me arms felt like they'd drop off
from pushin an twistin tibet long stick
about tn pot. TIL apples was all dis
solved, but tn butter was thin yet, an
/ knowed ct meant about three hours
before we could take tn kittle off tn
fire.
"Then I yelled fer help. One of tn
weemen come out, Oh I was jest tibet
mad swore, but she laughed an poked
some more wood in tn fire an sayd eff I
didn't push tn stick livelier tn kittle'd
burn. TIL fire blazed up hotter an hot
ter, an ct seemed me clothes'd begin ter
smoke ct any minute. Me arms an legs
was achin more an more, an me back
was almost broke from me tryin ter lean
away from the heat Nc neck was most
twisted off be me 'temptin ter keep tn
blaze from blindin me. Et como 4
o'clock, an l yelled fer help ag'in. TIL
missus stuck her head out tn windy an
called, Don't you let tibet kittle burnt
"Iwas most desp'rit, but KEEP stir
rim an stirrin an stirrin. l don't know
how done ct, fer ct seemed I'd hov ter
stop ct any minute. Et come shutdown
all begin ter git darker an darker, an tn
butter was gittin thicker an thicker, but
I knowed be tn feel tibet they was a
couple Of hours yet. I begin ter think
of lettin tn ole thing drop an Abe Scis.
sors' kittle burn, fer I held he didn't
hev no business ter len me his copper
pot when he knowed we'll enough ct nd
spoil Of ever quit stirrin. Oncet
was fer lettin her go all slippin over
here ter tn store, fer heard sew OF
tn fellers drive up an hitch all tn door
bang shet. But when I tried ter drop
tn stirrer jest couldn't. Me fingers
seemed ter think ct wasn't right an held
ter tibet ole pole, All me arms kcp' push
in ct, though every motion give me an
ache. I jest didn't dast, but KEEP STIR
rim all stirrin an thinkin an wond rim
who was over here all what was doin
An as KEEP on pushin an pushin tibet
pole IN thinkin an thinkin, ! clean for
got meself al all about tn apple butter.
II come to with jump, for some
un he'd me be TIL beard. When I looked
up, | seen tn missus all her wcemen
frien's standin around me, gestickelatin
an talkin. TIL missus was wavin what
was left Of tn stirrer Eft was jest bout
half as long as when ! begin with ct,
fer tn crosspieoe tibet runs down inter
tn butter an tn biggest part tn han 'el
was burned off. Seems I'd got tn ole
thing clean out Of tn kittle all he'd ben
stirrin ct round tn fire."
"Reflex action" exclaimed the
schoolteacher
9TH butter was fairly smokin, all tn
kittlo-well, say, if tibet there wasn't
jest as black ON tn inside as eff ct was
iron stead Of copper. An wasn't them
weemen mad! Maybe ct was reflect act
in they done, as the teacher sayd, but
whatever ct was ct skeered me consid-
cradle, they kerried on So But final
| seen how funny ct was, how tn joke
was on tn missus who loss all her ap-
plo butter, stead Of on ME, an how I'd
got square with Abe Scissors fer lendin
me his old copper kittle, when he
knowed ct 'ud burn if l ever stopped
stirrin. An jest laughed"
The chronic loafer leaned back in his
chair and chuckled loudly. The farmer
arose and walked around the stove.
"What fer kittle was thet?'' he
asked in a low, pleasant tone. "Was
they big 8 stamped on tn inside, up
next tn rim?"
"Thet's tn one, he, he!'' cried the
loafer with great hilarity. "S fer Scis-
Bors am
IS stands fer soda too My names
Soda, an lent tibet kittle ter Abe Scis-