Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1895-07-06

| the balm OF greater ease.
N.Y. how the saw rented and the alb
! breviated sticks tumbled to thegl ound!
Still Lizbeth, who was peeping with
laughter trimming eyes, noticed that
at the third cord-stick work seemed
to slacken Just little, but seven were
finished, and Mr.. Mouser came in de-
claring he felt glorious.
The second day Mr.. Mouser remain.
ed at table trlHe LONGER. Four cord.
sticEe in broken length licked the dust,
however.
Third day-Mr Mouser took time
to glance over the daily news after
dinner. Record: Three cord sticks.
"Lizbeth," said he. al think I've
been cheated in the saw-jack. 1t is
not put together on as practical a
plan as was led to believe. IL wrig.
gles."
Fourth day-Mr. Mouser toyed
over his dinner extensively. He
smoked his pipe and read the paper.
He glanced over his monthly maya
zine until dark. then started up, ex-
claiming:
"Mercy! how short the days arem
Mrs. Mouser enjoyed the situation
intensely but said never a word.
Fifth day-Nr. Mouser rose with u
sense OF injustice resting upon him.
All day he was haunted by the out
rageous fate that made him the own
er OF saving 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 he got
home.
81 never saw anything like the way
you women manage to consume fuel"
and Mr.. Mouser grabbed his hat and
strobe angrilly toward the woodpile.
A few sticks fell from the savage man.
ipulation OF the saw, while Mr..
Mouser's snarling kept excellent time
to the wild motions OF the sawyer.
With crash he sent the saw flying
over the woodpile. This was too
much. His wife was brute to expect
him TO work like slave during the few
moments he could call his own free
from business drudgery. But if he
gave up he would never hear the last
OF it. Oh, ii he could only get rid OF
that saw-jack.
A long time he pondered; at last a
smile OF Joy illuminated his tace.
That night after his wife had retired,
MIR. Mouser slipped out and carried
that hated green object to the front
gate. Presto, in the morning the cor
pus deficit would be gone. The high.
way was full OF robbers. who would
steal anything and everything.
He would make a big fuss about
the loss, but take good care and not
buy a second saw-iack.
He slept the sleep OF the Just until
about four o'clock in the morning. 1t
was still dark. but his anxiety to as
sure himself of the loss of his trouble
him to sneak out and recon.
noitre. The saw-jack was still there.
Mr.. Mouser whispered-not a prayer.
'Oh, well, there is time enough still
between this hour and daylight for a
theft to be committed" he muttered.
1t was the voice of Mrs. Mouser that
awakened him in time for breakfast.
He glanced out of the window the first
thing. On, how brightly the sun shone,
and the saw-jack cleaned up at him
in all it's verdant beauty. No robber
hand had carried it away. A fearful
sigh escaped the Mouser bosom.
''1ou must saw some wood for me
before you go, DEAR said his wife.
What, more wood"
eyes, dear; recollect you only sawed
one stick last evening"" reioined Mrs.
Mouser meekly, but wicked CLEAN of
mischief played about her eyes and
Mr.. Mouser ignored her reply, and
has tened to town with his pretty
tools with vigor born OF awful fury,
but way down in his soul a voice
sroaEed, that sawin y-jack must go!
Where? whence? how?
Mr.. Mouser was a man of resources.
Twelve O'Clock. midnight. A burglar
Ssh darkness and silence brooded |
around as man stole hence from his
couch, and grabbing his trousers, left |
! cosey bedroom. A little later the |
only active creature about, q feline |
Drima donna, might have witnessed q |
sorry sight; solitary man marching
downward, clutching in his strong |
light hand beautifully painted green |
,awingjack.
Soon he returned. The sawing.iack, |
where was it?
Mr.. Mouser rose that morning in a .
most delightful frame of mind.
'Lizbeth, my dear little Lizbeth,"
le exclaimed, friskily, 81 am going to
work in earnest to-day. / am feeling
much better than | have for some
lime. Here, feel this arm. How's
hat for muscle, en-? That's what
awing wood has done'
Lizbeth blinked oddly, but looked
ontented. Mr.. Mouser FASTENED ont
o Flip off stick or two before
breakfast" but soon came in looking
quite angry and puzzled.
What in the world has become of
hat Iack?' 1t was gone. "Such in
amy-to steal ones very implements
II toll" he cried in rage, as he sent
or the old wood-sawyer again.
Mr.. Mouser. of course, grieved over
he loss, but managed to conaeru
he regret sufficiently to display some
Il his wit and mirth.
But this good feeling received a sud.
en check the morning after the burg.
airy OF the 'jack."
he had Just opened the daily paper