THE NEW COAL STOVE.

We never had a coal stove around the house until last Saturday. Have

always used pine slabs and pieces of our neighbor's fence. They burn well,

too, but the fence got all burned up, and the neighbor said he wouldn't

build a new one, so we went down to Jones' and got a coal stove.

After supper we took a piece of ice and rubbed our hands warm, and went in

where that stove was, resolved to make her draw and burn if it took all

the pine fence in the first Ward. Our better-half threw a quilt over her,

and shiveringly remarked that she never knew what real solid comfort was

until she got a coal stove.

Stung by the sarcasm in her remark, we turned every dingus on the stove

that was movable, or looked like it had anything to do with the draft, and

pretty soon the stove began to heave up heat. It was not long before she

stuttered like the new Silsby steamer. Talk about your heat! In ten

minutes that room was as much worse than a Turkish bath as Hades is hotter

than Liverman's ice-house. The perspiration fairly fried out of a tin

water cooler in the next room. We opened the doors, and snow began to melt

as far up Vine street as Hanscombe's house, and people all round the

neighborhood put on linen clothes. And we couldn't stop the confounded

thing.

We forgot what Jones told us about the dampers, and she kept a

biling. The only thing we could do was to go to bed, and leave the thing

to burn the house up if it wanted to. We stood off with a pole and turned

the damper every way, and at every turn she just sent out heat enough to

roast an ox. We went to bed, supposing that the coal would eventually burn

out, but about 12 o'clock the whole family had to get up and sit on the

fence.

[Illustration: TURNING THE PROPER DINGUS.]

Finally a man came along who had been brought up among coal stoves, and he

put a wet blanket over him and crept up to the stove and turned the proper

dingus, and she cooled off, and since that time has been just as

comfortable as possible. If you buy a coal stove you got to learn how to

engineer it, or you may get roasted.

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