The Chickasha daily express. (Chickasha, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1899-current, 1914-05-01

NOUS living room
with a fireplace at one end big enough
to hold all the logs that have ever
blazed In your favorite English nov
els"
Wen take it," declared Perdita.
Then when the frosty evenings come
We'll do as Keats advises sit us by
the ingle bright and ever let the fancy
roam"
Il believe" said Perdita's husband.
that the next line in the poem is to
the effect that pleasure never is at
home.'"
We'll. there will be nothing but
pleasure in a home that boasts OF a
fireplace declared Perdita who was
It said that an open fire is the soul Of
the house?"
Il don't know" replied her husband.
However, shall as soon as you look
1t up"
1t was not long before they were
snugly established In their woodland
home. and Of course the anticipated
frosty evening arrived in due time 1t
was an exciting moment for Perdita
when the match was applied to the
heap of sticks and twigs which Per-
dita's husband had gathered. The two
cottagers drew up their chairs and
prepared for peaceful meditation OF
the approved kind.
How it smokes!p said Perdita.
presently.
That's because the fireplace hasn't
been used for such long time" her
husband answered reassuringly.
But am choking to death" walled
Perdita, ''and your eyes are full Of
smoke tears DO stop poking the fire
and give it chance to burn"
"Burn!" exclaimed Perdita's hus-
band. 1T does not intend to burn. 1t
only means to smoke. Nobody need
tell me that where there's smoke there
must be some fire."
Good evening" said the voice of
some one hidden in the smoke.
Having some trouble with your fire.
placer We thought at first that the
house was on fire, but we might have
known it was just the open fire Of
logs, for we have had trouble Of our
own on that score"
Your trees are too high" put in
then another kind, neighborly voice
which came out Of the smoke. Just
chop down a few of the highest trees
and the draft in your chimney will be
all right"
Nonsense declared the first
voice. "All that you need Is a hood
over the front of the fireplace. That
will keep the smoke from putting
out ipto the room"
ut certainly puffs enough now"
gasped Perdita. Il think III open
the windows"
"Oh. don't do that" advised the
friendly nelghbor There's down
draft now and that will make it
worse"
There's q certain kind Of damper
that you can buy" another smoke
clogged voice was heard to say.
that works like charm with these
smoking chimneys. I'll find out the
name and let you know"
Just then Perdita's husband rose
from his knees before the CRATE,
bearing in his arms an object which
Tlosely resembled charred human
body. though it was only smolder-
ing log.
What are you going to do?"
gasped Perdita, as her husband
rushed past her to the door which
friendly hand opened for him.
He deposited his burden on the
lawn and returned in time to an
swer his wife's question Il have
Just disposed of the soul of the
house." he replied
After the kindly neighbors had
dispersed he said with some asper-
ity: q hope you have had enough
OF all this literary rubbish about
'ingles' and souls l am sure hence
forth that | don't want to experience
anything more poetic than steam
radiator"