Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1896-10-22

sharps struck a sad minor strain. suit
ed to illustrate the sentiment of that
!, lively hymn, ''Hark, from the tombs.
a doleful sound
The three fats, Oh the contrary,
we're jubilant. But Mrs. Cantwell
straightway began to make elaborate
. preparations for the coming guest.
The next morning, in the midst of her
culinary operations, the need of a cup
: Of cream became exasperatingly ap-
parent.
I must and will have it." she said
I to herself.
! So she determined to wait until the
flats" were we'll away at work. and
then go out and help herself. But she
! had heretofore avoided the whole
business, as Malcolm had advised and
the workings of the Cooley creamer
were unknown equations to her which
she proposed to work out She lifted
the lid and looked in. The lid was
much heavier than she had calculated
upon however, and it slipped suddenly
and came down with crash on the
glass pitcher which she had brought
to hold the stolen cream. She in
stinctively extended her hand to save
it, but the pieces few in all directions.
and the next instant the abused hand
vas bleeding profusely from numerous
wounds.
so much for stolen cooperation"
she muttered, but I'll have some vet"
She hastily bound up the abused
member. Up went the lid again, this
time with decision and force that
meant business, and it stayed. There
were the cans of milk-whOlly under
the water, in which great pieces of ice
were floating.
There! now I know why Lyman
put in such stacks and stacks of ice
last winter. I'll bet he had this thing
in mind as long ago as that" she
thought.
But how was she to get to that
cream? for have some she would
now, whatever happened. Then she
noticed the crank and gearings at the
right, She grasped the handle and
tried it carefully, but it wouldn't
bulge. She studied a moment. Those
little irOns-she should call them
catches-what were they for? They
seemed to fit into those corrugations
exactly. She threw off the irons and
tried again. This time she had better
success. Up rolled the cans, steadily.
Good" She laughed; Now I'm all
right. I'll just slip off one of those
pans, and then
She caught the iron in the notch,
and loosed her grip on the crank a bit
to test its frmness, when, finding itself
free, down went the elevator, cans and
all, rattle, splash, swishi She had used
the wrong iron, and the cans were I'M
der water again. The ice, that seemed
to be taking a lively waltz just at this
time, bounced up against the cans,
and invited them to join in the dance,
but they stood firmly on principle
and refused; but one Of the giddy
headed covers, fascinated by the poetry
of motion and impatient Of restraint,
in mediately severed it's connection
with it's can, into which the water
slipped while the cream glided out. |
The ball lasted only a few moments, |
but, as is sometimes the case in close
companionship of mixed companies, |
the water and the cream became so
infatuated with each other each ap-
propriating the attribute of it's partner,
that WhaD tho 1Otinn nnacpd with
grand finale, they had forfeited their
identity altogether. Purity Of water
and purity of cream were lost, and in
stead appeared liquid that seemed to
Mrs. Cantwell to stare up at her with a
degree of impudence that was little
less than diabolical. She was sure to
be found out now. There was no use
backing out.
(To be concluded.)