Santa Fe daily New Mexican. [volume] (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1885-1897, 1896-02-08
WlGGLEsWORTH INSISTED.
There Was Ice Cream to Be Frozen, and
HA W,,uld In

afternoon reception mad Deem out week,
the front parlor was becomingly set off
with asparagus green and the brightness
Of autumn leaves, and it looked as if the
thing was going to be one of the incest So
cial events Of tho season.
They'll begin coming at 4 O'clock"
Mrs Wigglesworth said ct dinner land
everything is ready but the ice cream.
You'll have to send up man for that
"I'd like to know what for2' said Mr..
Wigglesworth.
"Why, to freeze it, of course, explained
his wife. cts awfully hard work turning
the crank an hour
"HumpF' grumbled Mr. Wigglesworth,
who held a mans opinions concerning an
afternoon function "Seems to me you
and that hired girl might find time to
twist a galvanized iron crank around a
few minutes without subjeoting me to ex
ira expense. Want to ruin me?"
'Ellery Wigglesworth returned his
wife severely, edo you think am going
to put ON my best dress and freeze Ice
cream while the first ladies in town are
arriving every minute and having to be
talked to?'
"B-a-a-h-h" commented Mr.. Wiggles-
worth. "Where is this freezer I'll show
you how to make dollar"
Down in the cellar Mrs Wigglesworth
had got everything ready. There was the
freezer, borrowed of neighbor, duly filled
with six quarts of liquid, and there were
leo and salt and other things necessary
Mr.. Wigglesworth loaded tho salt and ice
into tho wooden cylinder and gave the
crank few preliminary revolutions.
"Don't see anything the matter with
this, do youf" he asked. "Don't knows
you like to have dollar saved. Rather
make folks think you'd spent n fortune
pro bly,"
AIerrily twirled the crank, while Mrs
Wigglesworth crowded in some more
pounded ice.
Regular picnic, this is, said Mr. Wig
ellsworth, "side Of the old churn used to
work when was boy. Mother used to
keep me at it all the time. Said that one
good churn deserved another-he, he hel'
"What did she mean by that?" Mrs.
Wigglesworth innocently asked.
"What did she mean by that?' tartly re-
torted Mr. Wigglesworth, whose muscles
mean by anything? Can't you understand
d JOkS Wu6u IL y SilOWu W yOu!
II don't see any joke in your mother
saying that one good churn deserved an
other Mrs. Wigglesworth persisted. ''If
she had one churn, should think that
would be nice, but how could it deserve
"Y-a-h-h!" snarled Mr.. Wigglesworth,
grinding savagely away, "what's the use
to try and have any fun with you? You
couldn't sec joke if it was pasted on the
end of the Lick telescope. Quit jamming
in that ice' he shouted as the machine
went trif1e harder. "Want to stop the
thingp'
"It amt me-" Mrs Wigglesworth mild
ly rejoined. cts the cream beginning to
harden"
"Great lot you know about it' grum-
bled her husband, pausing to wipe the
perspiration from his brow.
Mrs. Wigglesworth said she must now
go and "dress, and with few encourag-
ing words vanished up tho stairs. Mr..
Wigglesworth turned on, pausing now and
then to mop off his forehead and lnutter
things to himself.
Every man of weak and yielding ma
ture who has allowed himsclf-once-to
be bound to the chariot wheels of tho ice
cream freezer can recall with CHASTITY clear
ness how tho lemon colored mixture on
the interior of the tin can, after reaching
certain degree Of hardness, appears to be
content toremain there. Round and round
spun the handle Mr.. Wigglesworth paus-
ing at intervals to gloonily contemplate
the growing blisters OH tho palms of his
hands.
Overhead he could hear the shutting of
OF
through the ceremonies of introduction.
ooh, Ellery," hoarsely walled Mrs. Wig
ellsworth, rushing half way down the
stairs, "can't you hurry up? Eyerybody's
coming and it's dreadful to give them
only tea, and they are looking around and
wondering what the table is for with
dishes on it and no leo creamp'
"What you s'pose care?" returned Mr..
Wigglesworth, wanting to YELL but forced
to keep his voice under. 'Think I've got
nothing to do but prance around here
twisting blamed old hand organ? You
60 on back and shake hands with the rest
OF them false crimp females, will you, and
lot me alono!'
.sWhat is that singular rumbling noise?"
asked one of the guests little later
"I-I don't hear anything" faltered
Mrs. Wigglesworth, forcing distorted
smile into her face.
II hear something" said another guest
thin, little woman, with an inquisitiye
nose "Harkv'
The roomful Of ladies CONCEALED into 81
lence. There was small need of Mrs. Wig
glesworths dissimulation. From beneath
their feet muffied by the carpeted floor,
came q strange series of noises, the bur
of machinery, it might be- punctuat-
ed by grunting sound as of railroad
engine getting under way, and now and
then y thud like man falling out of q
balloon and alighting on the roof Of
Presbyterian church.
"Burglars!" lucidly cried fat woman
in red dress. "They're boring their way
in through the cellar WALTZ And she
stood up in chair.
Then, just as everybody was turning
pale and getting ready to talk all at once,
the mixture which for two hours had gone
OH making Mr.. Wigglesworth madden
suddenly went thick, and tho dasher, re-
volving slower, quickly exhausted his re-
manning strength.
"Gash fummux the old thing!' he
yelled, losing all regard for the society
event overhead. "What ails it now9" And
no twitched the machine savagely across
the cellar floor. "Why don't you twist
around here, same's you been doing since
tackled you last spring. he Followed, and
he flung it against the granite wall.
"Want to keep me here grinding this old
crank till Christmas, don't you?" And he
knocked down one of the furnace pipes
with 1t. "But want you to understand
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