New Britain herald. [microfilm reel] (New Britain, Conn.) 1890-1976, 1917-11-01
] rs. OF A WIFE
Why William Trumbull Said: CANT
No Job Too Hard If You Want U.s.
Ry ADELE GARRISON

No Job Too Hard II You Want U.s.
Now for William Trumbull and his
push cart"
This was the whimsical thought
which came to me as saw Dicky es-
corting his mother and Cousin Agatha
to the taxi which was to take them to
the tiny railway station at Marvin, on
their way to the city. was glad in
deed to see the retreating backs of all
three! for their departure left me free
to proceed with the only possible
scheme for, getting our furniture, and
especially Dicky's collection of old
books and periodicals., moved to our
new home before noon on the next
day. the time when our lease expired.
Our cratic and often intoxicated
landlord had appearedin the morning
to see why we were not already, NOV
ing. Dicky's alteration with him had
made him so angry that he had de-
parted, threatening dire vengeance if
the last article were not off his prem
ises at the stroke of the next days
noon. The moving men we had en-
gagged could not or would not come
because Of the muddy condition of the
roads. and I was nearly at my wits
end with anxiety until I had thought
of a scheme which, If could sacrifice
my housewifely pride a bit, would
get everything out by the appointed
time.
This was to keep William Trumbull
and hts push cart travelling back and
forth between the new home and the
old, all night if necessary, until the
last installment of Dicky's collection"
was landed in the attic Of the new
home. 1 knew that Jim with an oc-
casionaf hand" from William could
manage to get the furniture and the
trunks over on a horse drawn wagon
II he only had been able to secure
one. Dfcky's collection which
knew many wives would consign to
the rag man the minute his back was
turned. was the bugbear in my path.
What our new neighbors would
think OF my method Of moving and Of
the cargo William and the push cart
would carry I didn't dare to think.
went swiftly to the kitchen the min.
ute had seen the last Of my husband
and his relatives, and found Jim and
Katie and William discussing with
great excitement the problem of the
moving.
II only could find one horse. Mrs. |
Graham" said Jim worriedly. land he |
isn't very strong. can't pull a very |
heavy load"
William Trumbull beamed up at /
me out Of his near-sighted eyes, which
yet we're Of so clear and child-like
blue that they redeemed his ugly face.
He was a squat little man, almost a
dwarf, but with an unusually we'll de-
chest and arms. The ugliness
OF his face was accentuated by a lump
or horn Of flesh protrudtng Rr0m one
side Of his forehead. Altogether his
was a face and figure calculated to
strike terror into the hearts Of chill
dren and nervous women. And yet
all children and animals loved William /
sure test of the unfortu-
nate old fellows innate goodness of
heart. He was SO eager to propose /
some plan to me that he fairly wrig-
gled on his chair as he waited for
Jim to stop talking.
"Don't Need to Worry.'
Don't need to worry none, Mis- /
Gramie,'' he said in his staccato.
husky utterance. which people found :.
hard to understand at first-I myself |
had puzzlod over it for days before I !
could get the mans real meaning.
Don't. matter none IL Jim he can't |
get no horse. I kin move everything |
right on my push cart. I kin get !
piano on that push cart If Jim can go
along to help me hold it on
The vision Of William Trumbull and
Jim delicately balancing piano on
the push cart was almost too much
keep my face straight. Katie had not
:, oa1F h0wevAr and gig
gled outright. x il.
williams face darkened like a
sulky child's.
'.You don't need to laugh" he said
sourly. me and that push cart we've
done things for lots OF swell people in
this town Mis- Cathcart, that's the
bankers wife, she's short, chunky
lady she always has me bring things
to her from the station, and take
trunks down, too, when their automo-
bile Is broke"
His voice was full Of pathetic pride.
I hnstened to soothe his wounded
vanity -..
II have a very important job for
you, William I said, "one that
wouldn't trust to an ordinary express
man. But you have to work all night
long on IT.
The Eager Answer.
His face lighted UP as if someone
had turned an incandescent bulb be-
hind his eyes
"Ain't no job in the world too long
OR too hard for me and the push cart
If you want US, Mis- Gramie,' the poor
fellow said simply
And there came to me sudden.
swift thought like a forewarning, that