The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1909-08-11

nothin'!"
He waited a moment for Mrs. pick
~ to absorb the originality Of the
Idea.
furthermore" he expatiated, as
she gave no sign, Il shall then attach
my sponges to two wires an put them
IN tn bathtub filed with water. re-
move my apparel. an, takin' my
place in tn vitalized liquid, in few
minutes all my aches an pains shall
De drove out of my sufferin' body, an
shall be as lively as cricket"
"Er else you'll be dead as a door
NAIL mumbled Mrs. Pickly as she bit
on a piece Of thread.
We'll. I'll go long SOS to hear your
last words" said Mrs. Pickly.
The philosopher had worked a
couple of minutes over the wires
when, attaching his pincers, he
started to make a splice.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed suddenly.
Ouch" taking hold with both hands,
and then almost tying himself into 4
bowknot.
Wen, leggo," advised Mrs. Pickly.
dropping her work and coming to the
rescue. Lego
Ouch! can't" howled Mr.. Pickly.
Mrs. Pickly. with rare presence OF
mind, seized broom and, hitting the
pincers sharp clip, broke the con-
nect.sHs and released the philosopher.
There, goosie," she exclaimed as
ne vigorously rubbed the palms of his
hands upon the seat of his trousers.
4 hope you had lectric bath enough
nowi"
Not at ALI" cried Mr.. Pickly, rap
idly recovering himseIr, and smiling
indulgently upon his wife. mot at
all! Just little carelessness on nv
part; / should have knowed better.
Besides, it was good sample; real.
ly feel quite little better already;
an when ! git tn strength of tn lee
trlcity mixed up like in tn water tn
action won't take quite such a grin.
I'll jes' turn off tn cut-of in th' hall
while I'm a-fixin things. Funny Z
didn't think of it 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 |
MIS- Pickly with a low bow, ex-
claimed:
There, madam, science is satisfied.
Now. If you will leave me for a
short time in privacy, shall present
ly emerge from this here beneficent
vessel In a almost youthful condition.
Why I'm most afeared I'll be too
Young to be your pardner, Mariar,"
ne chuckled, skittishly.
"Humph!" calculated Mrs. Pickly:
'Henery, jes' see tn wings a-sprout-
n, but'I dunno whether they're angel
wings er jes' ordinary goose"
8 all right, Mrs. P" said the
"Jes' turn on th' switch
When you go down, please"
Better not lock tn door," advised
he; you may need help"
She descended, turned on tba
witch, and drew her chair to the foot
II the stairs. awaiting developments,
They arrived very shortly.
There was splash in the tub; then
wild cry:
Ouch! o Lord! Mariar! Turn it'll
aariar' Holy Moses! Switch II!
luick!"
Why don't you jump out?s she
allied up the stairs.
% Mariar! durn you! I canti
urn it!"
She had scarce touched the button
hen there was a furious splash, then
tumble, and a moment later a wild
gure burst from the bathroom, tore
own the stairs four at time. and I
IN into the sitting-room.
"Henery!" she called after him.
20 Lord! wait a minute. o Lord, !.
ow you can comet Jimmy cricketsln :
She hurried into the room to find !,
e philosopher, with protruding eyes :,
Id hair on end, partially enveloped !.
a portiere which he had torn from ! !
hangings, dancing war-dance in :,
e middle of the floor. =
Wall, it didn't take long, did it?" :
e observed.
20 Lord! Durn you, Msriar Picklyl I. !,
], durn youl You ijitl You'd laugh =
your lovin' pardner was kilt! Don't = !,
u know t most had th' life =
ocked out O. me?" :
You amt near SO bad shocked as :
be- said Mrs. Pickly-"me bein' =
lterially of a modest disposition. %
har's yer clo'es. .5enery? I'm
aid you'll git an attack of tn rheu- o.
ltiz If you don't git on more clo'es," s.
? remarked as he assayed a wild a
asse up and down the room: aan' s
m you'd need another 1ectric bath: e
It looks as though yer apparatuses
$ bustid," eying one Of the sponges II
which Mr.. Pickly still clung. "
dr, Pickly made one ineffectuaI ps
ID at his falling robe, then threw III
dipping sponge straight at his m
mentors head. and made a dash 10
the stairs. di
Oh, durn you. Mariar Pickly!" he nc
led over the stairrail: s'vou