The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1922-01-24
Why William Trumhull Said "Ain't No
Job Too Hard II You Want Us"

Job Too Hard If You Want U.s.
Now for William Trumbun and his
/ push cart.
! This was the whimsical thought
which came to me as 1 saw Dicky es-
| corting his mother and Cousin Agatha
1 to the taxi which was TO take them to
! the tiny railway station at Marvin. on
! their way to the city. I was glad in
| deed, to see the retreating backs of
/ ali three, for their departure left me
free to proceed with the only possible
| scheme for getting our furniture, and
! especially Diclly's collection" Of old
/ books and periodicals, moved TO our
! new home before noon the next day,
| the time when our lease expired.
Our erratic and often intoxicated
| landlord had appeared i'll the morning
to see why we were not already NOV
| ing. Dickys alterations with him
/ had made him so angry that he had
| departed, threatening dire vengeance
! IL the last article were not off his
/ premises at the stroke of the next
days noon. The moving men we had
| engaged could not or would not come
because of the muddy condition of the
roads, and / was nearly at my wits
end with anxiety until 1 had thought
of a scheme which, If L could sacrifice
my housewifely pride a bit, would get
everything out by the appointed time
This was to keep William Trumbull
and his 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-
casional hand" from William, could
manage to get the furniture and
trunks over on Il horse drawn wagon
if he only had been able 10 secure
one. Dicky's collection" which l
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 the
cargo William and the push cart
would carry, didn't dare to think.
went swiftly to the kitchen the min
ute l 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.
Il only could find one horse, Mrs
Graham" said Jim worriedly. and he
isn't very strong. He can't pun a
very heavy load"
William TrumbuH beamed up at me
out of his near sighted eyes, which yet
were OF so clear and child-lille a blue
that they redeemed his ugly face. He
was squat little man, almost a dwarf
but with an unusually well deyel- |
oped chest and arms. The ugIiness of
his face was accentuated by a lump or |
horn of flesh protruding from one side |
of his forehead. Altogether, his was |
a face and figure calculated to strike |
terror into the hearts of children and |
nervous women. And yet all children |
and animals liked William Trumbull |
a sure test of the unfortunate old fell |
.ows innate goodness of heart. He |
was so eager 10 propose some plan to |
me that he fairly wriggled 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 stacato husky [
utterance, which people found hard to !
understand at first-I myself puzzled |
over it for days before could get the !!
poor mans real meaning. Don't mat
ter none if Jim he can't get no horse. !
/ kin move everything right on my /
push cart. L can get a piano on that !
push cart, if Jim can go along to help /
me hold it on"
The vision of William Trumbull and
Jim dehcately balancing a piano on /
the push cart was almost too much for /
my risibles, but managed TO keep |
my face straight. Katie had not my
control, however, and she giggled |
outright.
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 I
bankers wife, she's a short, chunky
lady, she always has me bring things
to her from the station, and take her /
trunks down too when their automo- I
bile is broke"
His voice was full of pathetic pride.
I FASTENED 10 soothe his wounded van
ity.
II have a very important job for you
William" 1 said "one that L wouldn't
trust to an ordinary expressman. Butt
you may have to work all night long
on it,"
The Eager Answer.
His face lighted up as If someone