The Richfield recorder. (Richfield, Idaho) 1909-1931, 1910-01-27
An Expert Paper
Hanger
Menilegs Can't Be Beat at the Job

"Hal hal hal" suddenly cried Mr.
Merrilegs.
He cut deep cash in the wall pa
per that adorned the hall of his apart
ment and as he laughed be tore off
large triangular piece of wall paper
dt reminded one of certain type of
man eating piece of pie) and looked
exceedingly jocular.
what are you laughing at?" asked
Mrs. Merrilegs
Il am laughing" said Mr.. Merrilegs,
because l feel so good. The pattern
of this paper has distressed me for so
long that ! laugh at the prospect of
an early relief"
"Ycu picked it out" unused Mrs
Merrilegs, "just the same"
81 laugh as WE'LL" said Mr. Merri-
legs, with don't-interrupt-me wave
of the hand, Eat the landlord who re-
fused to repaper the hall, and laugh
at the paper hanger who wanted $1S
for job which l am doing for less
than Sc. Is the paste ready?"
"All ready" said Mrs. Merrilegs.
BE careful, Charles, of that knife"
Don't you worry about that knife,
said Mr.. Merrilegs, slashing away at
the paper in a professional manner.
Il know what I'm doing"
q don't know what would happen to
me-" said Mrs. Merrilegs, IF you were
to stab yourself, Charles"
"Now, I'm not going to stab myself"
said Mr.. Merrilegs. $50 don't you get
me nervous"
And so saying, Mr.. Merrilegs
stabbed himself briskly in the palm
of his hand and Immediately an up
roar arose in the Merrilegs apart
ment
Perhaps" said Mrs. Merrilegs when
the excitement had abated to a point
where Mr.. Merrilegs suffered his
hand to be perhaps it would
be better after all, Charles, if we let
the paper hanger finish it now"
The wounded man arose from his
chair in a way that would have been
an inspiration to any designer of
observation-disclosures
"Whati" he shouted.
Ssh" said Mrs. Merrilegs.
81 won't 'Shn" shouted Mr. Merri-
legs; 81 won't 'Shl' Here I've gone
and got the wall paper and the brush
and mixed the paste and everything
and bought a paper hangers knife
(drat that paper hangers knife), and
first you make me cut myself and
then you just as good as say that
don't know how to paper the hall, any
how, and that I'd better quit and turn
it over to someone who does-or canl"
He stopped because he was quite
out of breath. Tears of self-pity al
most stood in his eyes.
"And that" said he. with a fright
full motion of despair to the cuckoo
clock, which pointed at half past
four-"and that is all the thanks ! (
getl"
Cuckoo" said the clock.
Now, Charley" said Mrs Merri- |
legs, you know | didn't mean it that !
way at ALL"
Mr.. Merrilegs held his injured hand
at a prominent angle, as one who
would say, "See how l suffer for my
country" and he looked like a man
who might forgive (if he were suffi-
GENTLY coaxed) but who would not for
get.
"And if you think you can finish it,"
Mrs. Merrilegs, why go
ahead and finish it-and welcome"
ooh, III finish it," said Mr. Merri-
legs. Don't let that part of it worry
you for a moment. I'll finish it all
right"
81 would" said she.
81 will" said he.
And, bouncing up, he bounced into
he hall and slashed away in a grim.
grim manner that BODIED equally i'll for
wives and wall paper in halls.
If" began Mrs. Merrilegs, follow
ng him.
IF you will kindly do me the favor
o go away out of this hail." said Mr..
Merrilegs in that tone of extreme
courtesy which husband never uses
Except when he is on the point of ere
ting a disturbance, 81 will go ahead
With the papering. Otherwise not"
"If you will let me help you,
Charles" began Mrs. Merrilegs.
you wouldn't help me-" said Mr..
1errilegs bitterly. You would him
er me-"
"At least"
"Will you go out?"