The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1913-10-24

hurry that he hadn't time.
One morning at the first ring of the
alarm clock, set for six, Mr. FURRY fell
out of bed, plunged into his clothes,
snatched his breakfast, and having a
half hour to kill, he awakened the baby
and tried to dress it. He let 1t fall,
and as the infant had been badly
spoiled by its mother, it began to cry,
so he gave it to Mrs. FURRY, and wor-
ried the dog until he saw a car COM
ing. AS usual, it was not the right car.
He would have torn to the office, any,
way, had not Mrs Furry happened to
think of something at the last min.
ute, as she always did. Inveigling him
into a kiss, she held onto his collar
and said:
Dear, know how awfully In hur-
ry you are, and / just hate to ask
you"
Drop it! Stop it," snapped Mr..
FURRY, grabbing his hat. I'm not 60
ing past the grocery at all. l don't
expect to make a speech with the
butcher, baker or candlestick maker
this side Of Christmas. Jerusalem! Do
you take me for a patent, self-adjust-
ing automobile messenger service? Am
your idea of working model of per-
petual motion? B-r-r!" and he lunged
toward the door.
But, love-" and Mrs. FURRY chung
to the lapel of his coat, not at all
shriveling in the heat of his glare, "it
is only small matter; it will take just
a minute. The gas jet in the hall
wasn't quite turned off last night and
gas is escaping"
Turn it off yourself" snarled Mr.
FURRY. DO you take me for a jani-
tor or a charwoman? Do l look like
a chambermaid or policeman? am a
business man, madam, working with
the force of hydrostatic press to sup
ply you with food and fnery, and here
you hang on like wood tick"
He flung her off and dashed out,
only to fall over a rustic chair. Mr..
FURRY swung the chair on high, banged
1t against the side of the house, and
pitched it over the back fence. Dur
ing that psychological moment, Mr..
FURRY felt something crawling across
the back of his hand.
1t was nothing but a wasp, little
creature that God created for reasons
of his own.
Mr.. FURRY had seen hundreds Of
wasps before, and as class he cares
nothing for them. He is not afraid Of
them. Indeed, he has been heard to
say that he would not hesitate to walk
into a swarm of them If he wanted to-.
The wasp crawled slowly up to his
elbow, browsed around and crawled
back. 1t did not walk very heavy.
still Mr.. FURRY could hear and feel it's
steps clear back 10 his teething time.
Mrs. FURRY came to- the kitchen
door. She saw him kneeling, with one
hand in the grass and the other rigid
in the air, an expression of prayerful
contemplation on his chastened coun-
tenance, and she felt more kindly to-
ward him and happier than she had
been since the day before she was
married. She went to him and kissed
him.
my ownest," she murmured, 81 beg
you not to be sorry about the naughty
things you have said to me. l know
you didn't mean them. You are my
own dear. Why don't you get up? Are
you going to kneel there and not speak
and just get purple in the face until l
forgive you? You needn't. l have al
ready forgiven you, and I'm glad it all
happened, because we understand each
other better, now. What is the matter
with your arm? Is it paralyzed? Let
me see. What is that wasp doing up
your sleeve? Why don't you shake it
out?"
Shaking before taking is the nat
ural order" he answered, in a low
tone. THE wasp is already there; it
has arrived; and want it to feel free
to leave without mutual unpleasant
ness?"
While he was making himself out a
modern Siddartha, In a kind of mono
tone that wouldn't offend the wasp,
Mrs. FURRY got it by the head and
dropped 1t in the rain barrel.