The Farmington times. (Farmington, St. Francois County, Mo.) 1905-1926, 1909-07-08

supply of tn liie'giyin' fluid Tor
nothin'!"
He waited a moment for Mrs. Pick.
ly to absorb the originality OF the
Idea.
Furthermore" he expatiatad, as
she gave no sign, Il shall then attach
my sponges to two wires an put them
in tn bathtub filled with water, re-
move my apparel, an, takin' my
place in tn yltalized liquid, in a few
minutes all my aches an pains shall
be drove out of my sulferln' body, an
| shall be as lively as a cricket"
"Er else youll be dead as a door
nail, mumbled Mrs Pickly as she bit
of piece of thread.
We'll, I'll go long SOS to hear your
last words" said Mrs. pickly.
The philosopher had worked
couple of minutes over the wires
when, attaching his pincers, he
started to make n splice.
OUCH" he exclaimed suddenly.
ouch" taking hold with both hands,
and then almost tying himself into
! bowkrot
We'll. leggo," advised Mrs. Pickly,
dropping her work and coming to the
rescue. Lego"
Ouch, can't" howled Mr.. Pickly.
Mrs, Plckly, with rare presence of
| mind, seized broom and hitting the
| pincers a sharp clip, broke the con
nections and released the philosopher.
There, goosie,' she exclaimed as
| he vigorously rubbed the palms of his
| hands upon the seat of his trousers,
Il hope you had 'lectric bath enough
now!"
Not at ALL" cried Mr.. Pickly, rap,
idly recovering himself, and smiling
! indulgently upon his wife. Not at
/ all, just little Carelessness on my
! part: J should have knowed better.
| Besides, II was a good sample; ! real.
| ly feel quite a little better already;
an when | git tn strength OF III leo
trlcity mixed up like in tn water tn
action won't take quite such grip.
I'll jes' turn off tn cut.of in tn hall
while I'm a.fiXin' things. Funny I
| didn't think of II before"
A few moments OF work under more
favorable conditions, and Mr.. Pickly's
arrangements were completed. He
| tossed the two sponges attached to
the ends of the wires into the tub
| full of water, and then, turning to
Mrs Pickly with low bow, ex.
| claimed
lop 60 aIf
Now, II you will leave me for q
short time in privacy, | shall present.
! ly emerge from this here beneficent
vessel in n almost youthful condition.
Why. I'm most a.leared I'll be too
young to be your pardner, Marian"
he chuckled, skittishly.
"Humph!" calculated Mrs. Pickly:
"IIenery, jes' see tn wings a.sprout.
in, but dunno whether they're angel
wings er ies' ordinary goose"
IS all right. Mrs. p" said the
philosopher. "Jes' turn on tn switch
when you go down, please"
"Better not lock tn door" advised
she; you may need help"
She descended, turned on the
switch, and drew her chair to the foot
Of the stairs. awaiting developments
They arrived very shortly.
There was n splash in the tub; then
a wild cry:
ouch! o Lord Marian Turn III
Marian! Holy Moses! Switch IT.
/ Quick"
Why don't you Jump out?" she
called up the stairs.
20 Marian! durn you! I can't!
Turn it,"
She had scarce touched the button
when there was a furious splash, then
a tumble, and n moment later wild
! figure burst from the bathroom, tore
down the stairs four at time, and
ran into the sitting.room.
"Henery." she called after him.
20 Lord wait n minute. o Lord!
now you can come! Jimmy crickets!"
She hurried into the room to find
the philosopher with protruding eyes
and hair on end, partially enveloped
in a portiere which he had torn from
its hangings. dancing a war-dance in
the middle of the floor.
wall, it didn't take long, did it?"
she observed
20 Lord! Durn you, Marian Pickly!
Oh, durn you! You ijit! You'd laugh
If your lovin' pardner was kilt! Don't
you know t | most had tn life
shocked out o me?"
you amt near SO bad shocked as
be-" said Mrs. Pickly-"me bein'
materially of a modest disposition.
Whars yer cloies, Henery? I'm
'fraid you'll git an attack of tn rheu.
matiz II you don't git on more clo'es,
she remarked as he assayed a wild
chase up and down the room; AN
then you'd need another 'lectric bath;
an It looks as though yer aTparatuses
was bustid," eying one of the sponges
to which Mr. Pickly still chung
Mr.. Pickly made one Intellectual
grab at his falling robe, then threw
the dripping sponge straight at his
tormentor's head, and made n dash