Willmar tribune., 1899-09-20

81 Half past two. But, look here, All.
bert: Let me give you hint, i you.
don t mind
'.Well, What /. II? Hurry up, now;
you're keeping me waiting y s..
8 The old door is justsa ft, 50 why not
lay it down on top Of the new one for.
q pattern and mark itoff? You're sure
to get it right that way" .$5ss.z ! ! !
II Use it for patternl'" repeated
Wadley, scornfully. IN not makinga
shirt waist, I'm hanging door. See.
here, figures can't lie, can they? The
opening is just two feet six inches by
six feet six inches. Now, if / cut that
door down to that size it's going to fit,
isn't it?" ~: l.. .z<.-.-,>H.--.s -: Z:
II suppose it will,'' said Mrs. Wad-=
ley, obviously, "but think I should do
it the way said" @-s' II %@*
""I suppose you would. You would
probably get your tracing wheel and
That reminds me. guess I'll have to
borrow the screw driver of your sew
ing machine. won't hurt it; honest
Iwon't. You go and get it and I'll have
this door ready by the time you get
back" ;
Mrs. Wadley rose and went into the
house, and Wadley, having marked the
screen, laid it on the porch and began
to saw. 1t was hard work, for the
screen was considerably larger than
the porch was wide and it overbalanced
at every downward stroke. 1t was too
wide for him to straddle, and he had
to lean over it in a fatiguing position.
When Mrs. Wadley returned his saw
had bitten about an inch and half
into the screen and he was perspiring
freely. She watched him for a min
ute 'or two and then suggested that she
stand on the end of the door and steady
it while he sawed. Presently she in
formed him that, the saw was stray
ing from the straight and narrow path
indicated by the pencil, and ytWadley,
after an Intellectual. effort to bring it
back, stopped and wiped his brow with
the sleeve of his shirt.
IF I only had saw that was some
good" he said. : .%
'There's the meat saw" suggested
IVA w 0u4Cy
Her husband looked at her sharply,
but it was evident that she had spoken
in good faith, and he contented himself
with saying that he didn't believe the
meat saw would do. IL guess I'll have
to start again from the other side," he
continued. II wasn't watching the
thing as closely as I ought to have
done."
This time he hewed pretty closely to
the line, but the saw began to work
harder and harder, and by the time it
had got its own width into the wood it
stuck fast and obstinately refused to
go any further. 1T needs greasing,"
said Wadley, and he procured the vase
line bottle and smeared the saw plen-
teously. It travelled well for another
inch and then stuck again.
II Think" said Mrs. Wadley, 'that
if you put a wedge in the end where
you've sawed it will be all right. Here,
I'll show you what I mean.'
She pressed nail into the cleft and
the saw sprung forward with renewed
v;gor until it met the first cut and the
strip fel to the ground.
''There!' said Wadley; "that's all
right so far. I give you credit for it,
though. Where did you learn carpen-
tering?" +
His wife looked gratifed. II know
little,'' she said. "You don't often tell
me so, though. Now, you've got the
other to- do, haven't you Do you want
me to help your &~<+a 81 s,'~;-,.:.
''There isn't much to come off on the
side," said Wadley, "but you can hold
it up while plane it. Steady now!
Hold it down, woman, hold it down.
What makes it. go all to one side, that:
way? Oh, thunder? It's going to take
all the afternoon to- trim it down to
where we want it this way. Here, I'll
tell you. Bring me the butcher knife"
He took the knife and cut off some
generous shavings, bending over from
time to time to make sure that he was
not encrcaching on the boundary.
About half way the grain of the wood
took a curve and he scooped out half an
inch of territory that he didn't want
and Mrs. Wadley let go the door and
put her fingers in her ears. When he
grew calmer he said that he didn't be-
lieve fly could get in, anyway, unless
it was very small fly, and he ultimate
ly worked his way down to the end
without any further accident. 1t was
a rather wavery and undulating job,
but Wadley said he was not particular
about the looks of the thing, so long
as it did the work. 4>E
He took it and reared it. against the
door: casing and a gulf full inch in
breadth yawned at the top.
He did not say nything. His feel
ings were evidently too intense to be
expressed in words. A bright drop
rolled down his nose and splashed on
the porch. It was perspiration, but
from the expression of misery on his
face it might have been tear. Mrs.
tWadley said: Now, isn't that provok-
ing!" but the exclamation seemed sad
ly inadequate. @ p : : =: . *.. y :*..s
It was several minutes before he fig
ured the thing out. Then the irresisti-
BILE conclusion that he had measured in
the inch of protruding side piece and
had then ignored it. when he marked
was borne upon him. But it brought no
consolation. ~ ~ss
+ + 7 At, last, with infinite labor, he sawed
out an inch strip Of wood and nailed it
on the top Of the door. It nearly fitted
then, but was little too thick, and in
pairing it down Wadley broke the blade
Of his pearl-handled penknife. There
was more trouble when he tried to
.put on the hinges. The rusty screws