The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-11-07


full from ten to four, but before and af-
ter those hours it was bit chilly. Sea
side cottages are generally slightly
built, but the one occupied by the Fan
dingles had a cement floor cellar and
was furnished with modern conVen-
iences., There was evidence through
the house of the owners generous pro-
vision for creature comforts.
One morning Mr.. Fandingle returned
from a trip to the cellar carrying a
small stove shaped like pumpkin with
the stem end cut off, and when he had
the thing upon its legs in the dining
| room remarked
"There, Mrs Fandingle, when this
stove is supplied with pipe and fuel it
will warm up here so you will want to
stay right where you are all winter"
Mrs. Fandingle smiled hopefully.
The next trip below brought forth
some lengths and an elbow of stove
| pipe. This Mr.. Fandingle measured
with his pocket-rule and after various
business-like calculations he an
nounced:
Now see here, Judy, all you want is
a piece of stove pipe seventeen inches
| long and five in diameter. D'you un-
derstand? Now let's have breakfast
| Carrying stoves up stairs seems to have
given me quite an appetite"
The advent of the stove was quite as
tonishihg to the young Fandingles, who
now appeared for the morning meal.
The boy (being one in flock of girs)
was quite important and soon discov-
cred that the supply Of pipe lying on
the kitchen floor did not meet the full
requirement of the dining-room stove.
II know where you can get piece of
stove pipe, Pop. I'll get it after break
fast; It's over under Wneleigh's bath
house l think it would about fit this
stove" looking at the rusty affair with
a critical air.
Never mind the stove my son." said
Mr.. Fandingle, Il will attend to that;
come to your breakfast"
When they were seated he continued,
You may go with your mother to the
village this morning and get piece of
pipe seventeen inches long and five in
diameter. 1t will not be very much to
stick up the pipe now that l have the
stove ready"
Mrs Fandingle looked at the stove
and thought deprecatngly, II guess
Aunt Jane won't mind polishing it up
little
Aunt Jane, In the goodness of her
simple heart, did not object, and be-
slowed upon the stove an amount or
backing and labor which caused it to
shine so radiantly that Mrs. Fandingle
started with the boy in great eagerness
to get the pipe. The nearest tin shop
was mile away, but the bright sun
and fresh air, with the inexhaustible
excitement of the boys company, made
the walk pleasure. The tin-man, who
enjoyed a reputation as well for digger
and horse-doctor, was temporarily abb
sent; short-haired girl. said; He
lives over there, but maybe he amt to
home;" and Mrs. Fandingle walked an
other half-mile to second shop.
This was also locked and deserted,
and rather discouraged by these disap
pointments, Mrs Fandingle sat down
on the sh6p-steps to wait for street
car to carry her back to the shore, and
wondering if she could be the woman
who lived in a steam-heated brick
dwelling nine months of the year Be
fore the car was in sight stout woman |
came painting up a side street. Mrs. |
Fandingle thought the stranger viewed |
her with an inquiring eye, and was
pleased to learn that the stout woman |
was the wife of the proprietor of the tin |
shop and would open 1t to see IL the I
pipe wanted could be found. Mrs. Fan
dingle Joined in the search, which was
and she thought third |
disappointment was in store for her,
when the husband luckily arrived.
He sent his wife off home to get din
ner for himself and boy who were to
do work. at distance in the afternoon,
while he cut and rooled and riveted a
piece of stove pipe seventeen inches
long and five in diameter" With this
and some small sheets of mica flor the
stove door, which the man said, Most
wimmin called isin'glass, which wasn't
any such thing as mica. but what some
folks made jelly WITH Mrs. Fandngle
and the boy returned to the cottage
Although it was noon by the time
they reached home, Mrs. Fandingle
thought they would put up the pipe
and start the fire, and then they could
Eat lunch in such comfort! Alas. and
lack for human expectations! The
new piece of pipe, when introduced to
he old, simply would not join company
but quietly dropped out of sight
through its length. Mrs. Fandingle
ooked at Aunt Jane, and the children
ooked at Mrs. Fandingle, and they all
looked at the pipe The
even lean kline had swallowed the sew
n fat kline, the old rusty pipe had
swallowed the new. Mrs. Fandingle
,eered down it's length and uttered in
lutte tragic tone
',Too SMALL" II
They ate their lunch in cold silence.
But Mrs. Fandingle was not a woman to
,e conquered by a stove pipe, so she
ent the boy to dig out the despised
,iece of pipe from the beach, there be- I
ng no sort of use in making second t
rip to the village, as she remembered G
he tin-mans engagement for the after (
Don. The boy brought the wave-tossed c
ection of pipe and it looked the right :
ize. One end was discouragngly fiat,
ut by squeezing and humping it was
ounded so that it could be Joined to the
Their available length. A family pro-
ession carried it to the stove, where 1t
as demonstrated that it could be at
ached, but lowered some seven inches