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Peck's Experience With A Coal Stove

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v e never naa a coal stove around the house until last Saturday. Have always burned pine slabs and pieces of our neighbor's fence. They bum well, but the fence got all burned up, and the neighbor said he wouldu't build a new one, so we went down to Jones' and got a coal stove. It ís called the "Kadiant Home," and any man that says we didn't have a radiant home at our house for about four hours last Saturday night, is a Eepublican and a villain. You see we didn't know anything about coal stoves. We filled the Radient Home about half full of pine fence, and when thestuff got well to going we filled the artesian well on top with coal. It simraered and sputtered about five or ten minutes and all went out, and we put on an overcoat and a pair of buckskin mittens and " went out too," to supper. We remarked, in the course of the frugal meal, that Jones was a "fraud" for recommending such a confounded refrigerator to a man to get warm by. After supper we took a piece of ioe 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. Stune: bv the casin in her remark, we turned every dingus in the stove that was movable, or looked like it had anything to do with a draft, and pretty soon the Eadiant Home began to heave up heat. It was not long before she stuttered like the new Silsby steamer. Talk about your heat ! in ten minutes the room was as much worse than 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 the snow began to melt as far up Vine street as Hanscome's 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 just kept a biling. The only thiug we could do was to go to bed, and lave 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 the coal would eventually burn out, but about 12 o'elock the whole family had to get up and sit on the f'ence. Finally a man came along who had been brought up among coal stovos, and ho put a wet blanket over hini and crept up to the stove and the proper dingus, and she cooled off, and since that time has been just as coinfortable as possible. If you buy a coal stove you want to learn how to engineer it or you may get roasted.


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