Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1913-12-10

Mr.. FURRY has
not accomplished :. III
very much, be- ~
cause he has al 49, -
ways been in such
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 q
half hour to kill, he awakened the baby
and tried to dress it. He let it fall.
and as the infant had been badly
spoiled by its mother, it began to cry,
o~he gave 1t to Mrs. FURRY. and wor
ried the dog until he saw 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. Inveigltng him
into kiss, she held onto his collar
and said:
Dear, know how awfully in hur-
~ you are, and just hate to ask
you-"
Drop it! Stop til" snapped Mr..
FURRY, grabbing his hat. I'm not go.
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 patent, self-adjust
Ing automobile messenger service Am
I your idea of q 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
shr1veling In the heat Of his glare, 1T
Is only small matter; it will take Just
a minute. The gas jet in the hall
wasn't quite turned of last night and
gas Is escaping s. s ~>-5- n y
Turn it of yourself" snarled MI.
FURRY. do you take me for a 3ani-
tor or charwoman? Do l look like
q chambermaid or policeman? am a
business man, madam, working with
the force of a hydrostatic press to sup
ply you with food and hnery, and here
you hang on like wood tick"
He flung her of and dashed out,
only to fall over a rustic chair. Mr..
FURRY swung the chair on high, banged
it 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.
It was nothing but 4 wasp. q little
creature that God created for reasops
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 It did not walk very heavy,
still Mr.. Furry could hear and feel it's
steps clear back to 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. 49,
my ownest," she murmured, 81 bex
you not to be sorry about the naughty
things you have said to me. 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 I
forgive you? You needn't. 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 ie the nat.
ural ORDER" he answered, in low
tone. "The wasp Is already there: It
has arrived; and I want 1t to feel free
to leave without mutual unpleasant.
ness" v.@&9z::s a.t.s} }H1 Is =. ~:
While he was making himself ont Z
modern siddartha, In a kind Of mono
tone that wouldn't offend the wasp.
krs. FURRY got It by the head ana
dropped 1T In the rain barrel. %.p an