Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1895-10-28

ellsworth, IN TWO volumes, WIN Iull
glossary and key. Specially recommended
for young people who have their own
house and want to keep it themselves.
That's what you are"
10 this sort Of running accompaniment
Mr.. Wigglesworth snatched his way
through the debris, pausing now and then,
when he encountered an ambushed nail.
to put his fingers into his mouth and i'm
parting thereby weird tone to the howl
that he gave vent to.
"Who nailed the thing DOWN." he an
grily called as he finally got in where his
hands could grip the stove. He was bent
over in the most painful manner, which
afforded him but little breath to spare.
Everybody knows how mad that makes q
man.
II think" Mrs Wigglesworth timidly
ventured, "that it's heavier than you
thought"
ooh, yes" growled Mr.. Wigglesworth,
"you'r great thinker, you are. You're
the woman that stands around on one foot
thinking up things for the poor. I've
read about you in the literary reviews.
Thoughts That Mrs. Wigglesworth Has
Thought or Particularly designed for
people who have to have their thinking
done elsewhere! All you want to do is to
get Mr.. Gladstone to read one of your
books and your fortunes made. Why
don't you come and catch hold herep" he
yelled.
Mercy" calculated Mrs. Wigglesworth,
startled from her perch by the intensity of
her husbands command II didn't know
YOU wanted me to help!'
whats thereason you didn't ?' returned
Mr. Wigglesworth. "Think I've got the
only back in the family that needs break
ing? Want me to pull my arms out to
double length, don't you, SOS you can use
me to feel around OH the top shelves Of
closets and find thingsp That's what you
want"
"It's-it's awful heavy complained
Mrs. Wigglesworth as she bent over and
fastened her grasp on the iron edge.
"Poh" shifted her husband. 'There you
go first thing, finding fault Why don't you
lift and not stop to growl SO much?"
The setting sun, looking negligently in
at the cobwebbed window, impaired an al
most unearthly radiance to the distorted
countenance Of Mr.. Wigglesworth as he
strained at the refractory stove and SO set
a noble example to his wife, which that
worthy woman SO ably emulated as to
burst both back seams of her waist.
where's that hired girl9" snarled Mr..
Wigglesworth, pausing to wipe his face
and SO ornamenting himself with some ar
tistic smooches of SCOT. "What you got her
concealed for just the time we need her
most? Thinks she's too good to lift on q
parlor stove pro'bly Has to save her
strength for the dance tomorrow night.
Mrs. Wigglesworth called the girl, who
came out wiping her hands on the cup
towel.
"Here," directed Mr.. Wigglesworth,
"you two women take hold of the top,
and I'll snatch out the lower end Seer"
Whether the hired girl possessed q
strength hitherto undreamed of or the ear
lier efforts had disengaged the numbering
kindlings and other impedimenta from
about the stove legs, 1t remains fact that
the very first boost sent the whole process
sion careering rockily across the shed floor,
the stove surging and topping and Mr..
Wigglesworth vertebra sending forth a
creaking noise that was ominous.
''Put it down., he grunted as loud as
his bent position would admit. "What you
trying to do anywayS''she clustered as he
Strengthened up and glared at his assist
ants. "Want to snap me in twof"
''It seemed to come itself, painted Mrs.
Wigglesworth looking at the stove.
Course it did, retorted Mr. Wiggles-
worth scornfully. "Leave it alone, and it
would waltz clean into the parlor pro- bly,,
stick it's pipe in the chimney and go to
smoking. Great stove, that!' he added
and then stopped few minutes to grin
over the unexpected joke he'd made
"Now ketch hold again, he ordered,
and this time he took the lighter end him
self, while Mrs. Wigglesworth and Imo-
gene rugged with freshened zeal at the op-
posite extremity.
Across the cluttered shed floor they went
slowly shutting, their heels occasionally
catching against things and threatening
disaster, while Mrs. Wigglesworth, whose
tender hands were lacerated, dropped hot
tears from hor bullying eyes and OCCASION
ally hoisted up a sob.
"What you bellering atf' pulled Mr.. Wig
ellsworth testify. Don't you know any
better than to cry all over cast iron stove
and rusts Great household economizer,
you are'
Then they came to the step that rises
from the shed to the kitchen door, and Mr..
Wigglesworth, by virtue Of bearing the
lighter end, essayed to take this backward.
Careful, now!' he shouted as the hired
girl, in proof that she was not exhausted,
gave an energetic Shove You amt
washing dishes this time Be q little
easierl''
Then he. stepped gingerly upward, and
his female conductors trailed afterward.
"Liftl Why don't you liftS" be shouted
as the effort Of stepping upward oommu-
nicated unexpected weight to his burden.
"Think I'm going to do all-wowi''
The concluding remark was forced out
Of him suddenly, as the bung leaves a
fermented beer keg by. the unexpected en-
thusiasm Of the hired girl, who, giving a
shoulder, grandly sent the stove full into
Mr.. Wigglesworth's stomach and pinned
that gentleman against the kitchen door
lust as the woman who lives across the