Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-03-20
SPINNING A E J'T.
MT. w;gslcsworth Thinks It Easy. but
 Learns Su.uCthing.

SNlNNINI R lt ; '. MT. w;ggIcsworth Thinks It Easy. but
 Learns S".ncthing.
 Ono of Mir WiE&ly,wowhs friends, a man N hu c,rS out it, th, woods when snow lies on tho ground and hunts, using n dog and n gun for tLat purpose, brought n rah- bit around Ia tho huuSr the other morning and left 1t, with his compliments.
 ''Wnat's that" snnrd Mir. Wigglc- worth as his wife burr tho Congcalud ami mal into the room, its legs standing stiflly out toward 3 o'clock.
 "'lt's rabbit" Mrs. Wigglesworth mado answer dubiOusly, but don't know what to do with 1t. "
 Why, " her husband rotortod smartly, tho way a man speaks to his wife, dress 1t and mako rabbit pic, That's tho stuff. Mother used to mako 'cln every We, k when l was boy"
 W hon Mir. WiGGl"sworth was starting for thn olliro, hU !uuh, d into the kitchen. His wife had the frog, q rIhhit stretched out ou the ironing board md was hover ing over Il with a silver plated Casyi>nilr Thrrr wuS H lunk uf despair on her faoo that dctir> dr>cri, ti"n.
 Nh.tail~ A,:" sLiu Mir. Wi,cslrSwurth. "Nhy don !v take hold and skin tho thing and h.lr,, il dunr with and nut ho 
 IT. q, n [ just untirr>tHud huw,' his wifI stu,,l.:., .,L l. Ipl, sly. and besides 1t st.nl, au rr,:,l. wish Mr nml,y had clvH,.L Il hiu,~. II.
 NIu.tthAt ltir d w"IuHu>" suurtrd Mir. WiL-;ly worth, AVu~i rnplt/Iu4S tlu' rVlhuG and uujirtuE us h. ,ild su that II u,,,!rd kAlsomln1ng. Man gives !ou a Pair ut driving gloves, and you wonder why he di'!U throw Iu a hNre" and sl,ir;h Wish hr Il sent a rAhht riv. don't A,. N!@ht have tlr, wn in a barrel uf E.ur. if he'd known w..1t h,uuI !ou wauto!.
 ''Cnu't-can't A,u Ert ii r.I,lyl' fal- tvr,l Mrs. MiEEl, sWurtA timidly.
 'Cfn't r." said her husband luttily. Id Nkr tuLuuw If cant IT, He grab bad the rtlr!,it and sallrd out into the shed. Mir. WiE2lv~WurtA LI,d the cold rrluuins down on tho rnupliuG hlu, E and looked at them rrproarhtully. He had vague | recollection Vf seeing his father dress n rabbit years ago. Mrs WigGlrSwurth got up on n box and drew her skirts daiutily ! in.
 That $ right, cried Mr. Wigglr>worth, "Guu't get r'u mar, or the animal might ! kirh luu. Probably he's in trance, and | whyn l pi,t Iar knife into him hes going i tu rart up and break a window.
 ''p.,nt !"u kuuw where tu hcgin%" | chirp,I Mr~ Wl-Gl,Swurth. E, -.u ,vl,.rI her husband with in | tru>r >t:ra-lu. why. I've got tn begin at | chapter one first NVr>C, If Cuurso Gut tO start in with a few preliminary tOots on the clarinet Whnt'd yo s'pn>c: Gimme | that kuit.!"
 l Mir, Mi-ElrswOrth CaInc down from her | perch for an instant, found the knife and resumed her plac" uf safety. Mir. WiEglcs- l worth ElArrd at the blunt pointed weapon | fur m, ll:,ut, and then madU pass at the 1 rabbit. The knife caught in the loose skin, slipped described swift circlo and wrote its autograph on the hack of Mir. Wigglcs | worth hand
 That : a darling knife to skin rabbit with, aiu't it." he yelled, throwing it on the floor and stamping on it, whilo Mrs. | Wigglrswurth turned pale and gasPcd at the sight uf blood.
 'Shnu't get a handkerchief and tic it 1 up!" she asked.
 Mir WiSglvsworth refused to hear her. Going down intu hls pocket, he came uT with knife of his own, OPrnrd it's big l GCst blade and bounced upon tho helpless rabbit. GraspinS it firmly in his Jeff hand, he put the blade under tho skin ana tore utf two quarts of white hair. Thcr the rabbit slipped utr the chupping block and Mir. Wi:Glrswurth went over with it. He Was holGluE his tongue between hi: teeth at the time.
 1 "Why don't you come down hcrc anC help cut littlr;" hr shouted soon as h, could clJmhcr out of the sawlu>t and un lmh,r his aching tongue. "Think you r, one of thu vice presidents, don't yc, anl | with ruihinE h do but set on the stag, and luuk wis., and hANr your name SprllVt wrong in the press rrpurtS' Come dowI
 here and hold on to one end of this thing
 and I'll snakr tho skin oI Il him s0 QuiCl
 that his own mother wouldn't rrcogniz
 him
 Mrs Wirglcsworth descended from tn
 box, her knees toilvriuE.
 "Dn't l., scart, cried her husband a
 shc hrsItatiuGly took hold of the rabbit
 hind lrSS and shut her eyes tight. He , dead, and anyway I've got hold of tho Cnt
 he bites with. Now you hold steady" h continued, while 1 mako circln aroun,
 his hide, and we'll peel her of like glove,
 Mrs. Wigglcsworth, with n little sol
 Eriplrrd the logs moro firmly and gavO
 mighty pull. Her husband hadn't yet gO
 his hearings, su that the knife, failing C its direction, made d tiCndish swOop an , cut n long gaSh down tho kncc of tha
 gentleman $ new spring trousers. With ; yell he dropped the knife and fell over tn Q chopping block, while the rabbit, wit I lightning rapidity, doubled out of his ski Q and left it limp and dangling in MT: [ | WiGSlosworth $ tenacious grasp.
 Did it hurt youY' she gaspcd as hG Y husband kicked his legs up over the choI n ping block in mad efforts to get on hi
 feet.
 $ Oh, no, it didn't hurt me-" I h screamed, struggling upward. "Nothin 2 hurts mc-stab all tho knives in town il | to my legs, and don't mind. Any fo n woman that wants Inc to tako and stic V things into myself and play I am hypn' 0 ti2od can have it donol n Then Mir. Wigglcsworth noticed u skinned body of the rabbit, which ho Ill Il consciously held in his hand. r Hero he is!'' ho yelled, holding it up t arms length. "The great North Amer
 can rabbit skinner, " and he smotc tho si, h of the shed with 1t. I'm the man tn IS goes around getting up rabbit pies for u
 pOOr!' and he whanged the body again e tho wuodpilc Now is your timo to hay f your game pies. Rabbits treated while yC
 wait. All kinds of rabbits skun at sho I notice and no questions asked! Poop d having rabbits on hand should como to Il q boforu going clsowherev' and with ol d concluding shriek of wrath Mir. WigglC Z worth dashed the pale blNp remail s, through the shed window and struck
 man who was coming up the walk to s It licit a subscription for a large, square bo, W containing 1 900 recipes for doing all kin
 of things about tho home.-W. O. Full 'e in New York Recorder.
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