Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-11-27
WlGGLESWORTH.
Not Such an Easy Matter to Unhang .
Door as He Thought.

ellsworth as her husband was starting
for the office, "that the minister and his
wife take tea with us, and don't forget to
come home early, will you?'
Come home early?" returned Mr.. Wig
ellsworth. "What you take me for? Don't
you s'pose l know when to come home?
Think I'm hired girl at dance, don't
your"
But he was bothered at the Office all
through the afternoon and got pinned In
his chair at the last moment by tall man
In rubbers who stole past the boy, and,
just when Mr.. Wigglesworth thought he'd
got customer, pulled thin book from
some mysterious recess In his coat lining
and proceeded to show Mr.. Wigglesworth
how great deal of money could be saved
by purchasing the book in monthly In
sediments at SO much per installment.
Half way home he thought Of the guests
and he broke into the front hall, his face
hot and red with haste.
s"Sh!" exclaimed Mrs. Wigglesworth,
rushing out Of the dining room. They're
in the parlor. Oh Ellery, what made you
so late, and 1t just seems as If the oven
never would bake those biscuits, and do,
for mercy's SAKE hurry up and wash, and
don't forget clean cuffs, and why didn't
you hurry"
"Hurry!'' Kissed Mr.. Wigglesworth,
pulling his coat of as he rushed up stairs.
"Think I'm a plumber? Reckon mans
got nothing to do but run his legs into an
apoplexy to eat suppers with ministers9"
Fifteen minutes later he entered the par
lor and greeted the guests. His clothing
was a good deal agitated, and in his haste
he'd forgotten to put on necktie.
st rejoices my heart Brother Wiggles-
WORTH" bealned the minister, ito engage
in these interchanges of social pleasures.
How delightful it is, he added, putting
in a gesture, ito greet one another in our
homes, and there in the relaxation that
proceeds from-from-er- to
soften the the asperities of-of-er-
err
Existence, suggested his wife.
Precisely" said the minister, "of our
existence. Exactly"
"Oh, Ellery, called Mrs. Wigglesworth,
putting troubled face in at the door,
Twill you please step here a moment?"
Mr.. Wigglesworth followed her to the
dining room.
don't you have supper if you're going to?
S'pose want to stay In there all night
with monograph"
'Everything's ready" said Mrs. Wig
ellsworth, waving her hand toward the
table, 'and want you to oil this door, so
when Imogene comes in with the tea 1t
won't squeak SO awfully. It's been driv-
ing me wild for month";
Mr.. Wigglesworth knew this; also that
his wife had talked about 1t ceaselessly at
every meal
"Where's your oil CAM" he said testify.
"You women folks always call on man
to do these things at just the worst times.
You save 'em up"
II wouldn't lift it off the hinges" Mrs.
Wigglesworth advised as her husband
grabbed the door with his accustomed en-
ergy.
HCourse you wouldn'tp, he grunted,
Juggling at the door. you'd have new
way of your own. Side talks with girls on
how to oil doors, by Mrs. Wigglesworth.
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Lifting the door off and leaning it
against the wall, Mr.. Wigglesworth
anointed the hinges copiously.
That's the way to do job like that, ;"
he said Importantly "Don't take min
ute, and you get at the whole thing"
Then he picked up the door. 1t was one
Of the heaviest doors on that street. and
the veins on Mr.. Wigglesworth's forehead
stood out little as he raised 1t up and
slid it into place.
"There you are!'' he cried triumphant
ly, wiping his brow.
s'But the bottom hinge isn't on, said
Mrs. Wigglesworth.
whats the reason it ain'tS" retorted
her husband GROSSLY.
Grasping the door--it was a wide door
and heavy--he raised it again. This time
the bottom hinge slipped on, but the up
per one failed to connect.
..Why don't you take hold here and help