The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1909-03-18
That Puzzle
1t Made Trouble in the
Farnsworth Family.

| Sut-Out puZZlc, DIS every one hHo" .
consists of about II 900 pieces OF wood
or heavy cardboard, that, when prop
ly put together, form square on
which there is an attractive picture.
What are you doing?" asked Mr.
Farnsworth, seeing his wife and son
earnestly bending over the component
parts OF the puzzle.
Don't bother us, dear" replied Mrs
Farnsworth. We're getting IT,. We
have found six blocks that fit to-
| gether."
Il should think the gentleman said
with some severity, that you were old
enough TO leave such things for chill
| dren. 0, | don't mean to insinuate that
you are getting ancient or anything
| like that-but you're not a mere child
| any more. You'll admit that, | think
| Haven't you any better way to put in
your time? How about dinner? Is it
| anywhere near ready? I've got TO
work on u report | shall have to make
| to our directors tomorrow, and | want
to have dinner early this evening"
20, well, if you are going to be a
bear, suppose shall have to run. Be
| careful, Albert, not to scatter the
pieces we have fitted together"
While Mrs. Farnsworth was down
stairs helping the maid to hurry the
| dinner, her husband watched little AL
| bert, as the boy hunted for the elusive
sections Of the puzzle.
Here" he said, leaning over and
| picking out a small block that was
| without shape, this fits in here,
| doesn't it?"
He tried to put the piece into the
| place that he had indicated, but it
would not go. Then he sat down be-
side little Albert and began to help
| him. Fifteen minutes later Mrs Farms
worth called from the dining-room:
| Come TO dinner. Everythings on
the table,"
In a minute" her husband replied.
Say, Albert. here's a piece under your
thumb that belongs in this corner"
| Albert tried to fit the piece into the
corner his father pointed out, but it
could not be done. Five minutes later
Mrs. Farnsworth called:
Are you coming to dinner? Things
are getting cold"
! Yes. in minute" replied the head
of the house. 'Hurrah, here's one that
| fits"
1t really did, and Daniel Farnsworth
got up with look of triumph, say
ing:
There's nothing very puzzling
about this. Come on, Albert, let's go
to dinner"
He disposed of the meal in short
order, and without waiting to partake
of dessert left the table. 1t was nearly
eight o'clock when Mrs. Farnsworth
looking over his shoulder, said;
Papa, it's time for Albert to be go.
ing to bed now, and | thought you
had to prepare a report for your di-
rectors"
| Yes, yes he replied, Il must really
| get to work at it. Confound this puZ-
| zle. What was it ever brought into the
house for anyhow? Albert, go to bed
Don't let me hear whine out of you
either. You can work at puzzles dur
ing the daytime
Albert reluctantly permitted his
mother to conduct him to his room
and there, when his shoes had been
taken off, she discovered that his
stockings needed immediate mending
Forgetting her other troubles, she
hunted up the darning implements and
went 10 work 1t was nearly ten
o'clock when she put the stockings
aside, and little Albert was sleeping
peacefully.
Daniel" she called, stepping out
into the hall, ARE you still working?'
"Uh, uh," he answered
We'll, don't stay up too late. | an
going to bed. I'm tired, and you're
no company when you have to prepare
reports, anyway"
"All right Mr.. Farnsworth an
swered.
1t was 1916 when Mrs. Farnswortl
awoke from dream in which she haC
seemed to see a great castle which
had been built of cards suddenly tum
Bile to the ground. AS she sat up il
bed there was sound as of man,
small, hard particles being dashed
against a wall, and then she heard he
husband muttering in way tina
frightened her.
What is it, DEAR" she cried jump
ing out of bed and running to him.
She found him standing beside tn,
table on which the puzzle blocks hat
been heaped, but they had all beer
swept off upon the floor.
What are you doing here?" the lad.
asked. Il supposed you were in the Il
brary working on your report
Mr.. Farnsworth looked severely a
his wife and pressed his lips frml
together, perhaps to keep from saying
things which he might regret. Whel
he could control himself he said
Don't you worry about my repor,
You don't have to prepare it, do you
Wen. then don't let ii make you ner,
! Gus. It's mighty strange that | can
sit up and work even in my own hous
without having to be cross-QuestiOne(
60 back to bed and don't bother me
If have to stay up all night, I'm tn
. one that has to stand it, am | not
You don't need to suffer, do you
o And if anybody ever dares to bring al
other Of these fool puzzles into thi
house. Ill Go to bed and let m