The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1898-10-19

orthodox sugar loaf shape so much ar
feoted by grotesques of tho sawdust.
However, there was nobody present to
see him. So what did it matter?
Up the handy pair of steps sprang
Peter, bucket and brush In hand, and
without unnecessary delay he made dash
No. | at the ceiling-which by the
way, he had forgotten should have first
been water washed-with the brush
heavily charged with the Identifying
mixture. The result was not quite as
the amateur distemper could have wish.
ed. far greater percentage of tho
whiting descended in thick shower on
Peters paper dittoes than went on to
tho ceiling, to say nothing of sundry big
splashes dropping upon various parts of
his upturned face, causing him to sneezo
SO violently as to very nearly lose his
balance and topple off tho steps igno-
miniously to the floor
After ten minutes wild dabhing and
splashing Peter thought he might as
we'll assist exhausted nature by blowing
tho fragrant weed during work, just MS
though he We're real British workman.
So he came down from his perch, found
his beloved brier charged it with some
of Tnddy's Myrtle Grove" and lighted
itwith British made match. This lat
ter he-British workmanlike-drop
while still ahame on to his improvisea
paper drugRet.
No sooner had Peter again mounted
his rostrum than, glaneing downward,
he saw, to his dismay, tho devouring
element Swimming along the floor.
Down seuttlcd tho alarmed distomperer,
with the intention of stamping out the
blaze. But, alas, in tho excitement of the
momont poor Peter forgot the nature of
his improvisod overallsl The next mo-
mont tho tongues of tho fiery serpents
crawling on the floor had licked Peters
'rendy mades, and he was soon fran
tioally occupied in tearing off tho paper
covering and burning his hands to
rather 'sulphury" tune.
Tho situation threatened TO develop
into something serious, as tho fire had
commenced to mount the walls, so Peter
was reluctantly compelled to fling open
tho door anS yoll for assistance
Mrs. Grigwell rushed forth from the
bnck regions, and. giving wild look
into tho room, fled screaming to tho
street door. which she flung open, and
then sho proceeded to shrek out:
a. Fire, fire. Police, policel'
Suddenly n great connection was
heard in tho front. the street door was
thrown violently open, and n brass
helmeted figure loomed family through
tho thick smoke which filled tho ell
trance hall. The next instant n shining
copper tuho was pushed forward into
tho room, and before Peter could find
breath to tell tho man who pointed tho
nozzle full at him that all danger was
past no was almost off his feet by
powerful jot of water which drenched
him to tho skin.
However he soon found his tongue
| sufficiently to ovorwhelm tho fireman in
some choice vernaoular that nearly had
tho effect Of starting tho fire afresh.
With an injured look beneath his
metal headpieeo tho fireman threw
down his hose and, going to tho street
door, growled out to his colleagues out
| side:
"Turn Off
Tho following day the professional
"distomperers" came as heretofore, and
Mt Christmas their little ~ bill will
come to Peter Grigwoll M usual. The
house furnishers, too. will benefit by
Peters laudable but misdireotod efforts
to oconomize. Taken altogether, Mrs.
Grigwell's prophecy was pretty accu-
rate. Exchange