The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-01-24
A NEW TOOL CHEST.

Stfeet sWelled up a bit and said:
II believe You said it would cost 81 a Win
dow to have those curtains put up, my DEAR
Yes said Mrs. Fulton Street.
And that the carpenter wanted 81 to
put up some shelves in the hail.
YES
And that chest for the baby's toys and
one for the linen and other Jobs around here
would cost so more
That's what the man said, replied Mrs
Fulton, falteringly
Well, said MI: Fulton Street, st won't
cost any more than the price of the material
to have any of the work done | will
do it,
"Wby, YOU haven't a tool to your name,
and if YOU had YOU couldnt t." began
Mrs. Fulton Street, but her husband inter
isrupted her.
..Tush, tush, my DEAR" he said, ''the tools
are here. That's what I've brought home.
l shall do this work on Sunday, and if there
is anything else you would like to have at
tended to, just let me know. | always was
| fond of puttering around the house, and the
only reason | never done more OF it was be-
cause never had the tools"
So impatient was Mr.. Fulton Street to
get to work on Sunday morning, that he got
up as early as on week days and started in
at once on those hall shelves. Strips and
| planks had been sent up at his order from a
lumber yard.
Mr.. Fulton Street helped himself to one
long plank and tried to fit it in the space
over the ice box where the shelves We're to
| go. 1t wouldn't fit. Mr.. Fulton Street
sawed piece off, but made it too small.
Mrs. Street" he called, in voice which
trembled little, but was still under con-
troll, please bring me your tape measure"
| why, Fulton, haven't one" called Mrs.
! Street.
Haven't tape measure, Ell? Well, how,
in the world do you suppose I'm going to
get these shelves up without a tape meas
ure? Bring me a piece of string, them
Mrs. Fulton Street brought the string
and Mr. Fulton Street made careful meas
urements. Then he nailed up two strips
and after wasting two more pieces OF board
got piece that would fit in
There's one shelf up" he said. Now
for the next
"Of course you're sure it's strong enough"
! put in Mrs. Street.
| Mr.. Fulton Street looked Disguised
What do YOU take me for!" he demand
ed. That shelf would hold hundred
pounds. Why, l can sit on it myself, and
Mr.. Fulton Street actually gave little jump
from the chair on which he was operating
and landed on the shelf. He came down like
ton of brick on top Of the ice box, his
trousers full of splinters and cut on his
| head wherethe hammer had hit him, as the
| shelf gave;way.
What Mr.. Fulton Street said of this ca
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and of 4 ali \ ,ras tho ahsanca of N. tane
me,snre that was responsible for the weak
ness of the shelf Mrs Fulton Street dinlo.
matically admitted this herself
| The restoration of neace was followed b,,
the announcement from Mr. Fulton Street
that he wonld not t,ckla tho shalyes ,oo; in
mill no conld oct tame measure Mrs Fnl.
ton street SUGGESTED that he mt IN the cur.
tain noles Mr. Enlton Street said that no
would do it.
And here's where the beauty OF the
brace comes in n@said Mr.. Street who was
now ouite restored in temper "Watch me
bore a hole and he reached into the tool
chest and rot ont the necessary ;mple-
ments.
Mr.. Street bored hole three sizes too
large for the largest screw that he had so
| he had to bore another. Mrs. Street sug-
gested that it got a lot of sawdust on the
parlor carpet, whereupon Mr.. Street turned
around suddenly to say something very
sharp about women who annoyed men when
they were trying to save money.
He made such quick turn that he lost
his grip on the brace, and it fell on table
beneath. 1t hit a lamp and the lamp in
falling hit the baby, who had been watching
the amateur mechanic with eyes full of won
der and admiration
The baby let ont a percinr shrek and
Mrs Fulton Street followed suit. Mr..
Street came down the ladder in such n hurry
that he lost his footing and fell in heap on
the floor. There he sat while Mrs. Fulton
Street, who had discovered Slight bruise
on the baby's head, where the edge of the
lamp had struck, called him a murderer and
INDUCED in other pleasantries
When tears had followed Mrs. Fulton