"Quad's odds"; . rday, that the wood-pile had been reduced to one oldchunk, but he caught the panic down town and failedto send up a replenishing load. Just before noon hunted up the axe and went for the lone knew that a woman could split wood as well as a man ;she had read and heard about womans awkwardness, butshe knew twas all nonsense. She spit on her hands and raised the axe over her leftshoulder, right hand lowest down on the handle. Shemade a terrific blow, and the axe went into the ground andshe fell over the chunk, She got up and looked all around to see if anyb
"Quad's odds"; . rday, that the wood-pile had been reduced to one oldchunk, but he caught the panic down town and failedto send up a replenishing load. Just before noon hunted up the axe and went for the lone knew that a woman could split wood as well as a man ;she had read and heard about womans awkwardness, butshe knew twas all nonsense. She spit on her hands and raised the axe over her leftshoulder, right hand lowest down on the handle. Shemade a terrific blow, and the axe went into the ground andshe fell over the chunk, She got up and looked all around to see if anybody was watch-ing, rubbed her elbows andthen took up the axe theother way. She meant tostrike the stick plumb-cen-ter, but she forgot the clothesline above her head, and theaxe caught it, jerked up amidown, and Mrs. Robinsonwent over the ash-heap. Sherose up witli less confidencein her eye, and the boys play-ing in the alley heard some one softly say: Darn it toTexas! but of course it wasnt Mrs. Robinson. She 165. Darn it to Texas! 1G6 AND YET THEY WOULD VOTE. might have moved the stick a little, but she didnt. Shewent in and got a chair and stood upon it to take downthe clothes-line, then she coiled it up and hung it in theshed, and came back and surveyed the chunk and turnedit over and walked around it. The clothes-line was to blame, and now there was noth-ing to interfere. She got the axe, raised it once or twice,and finally gave an awful blow. It chipped off a sliverand was buried in the ground, and the knob on the handleknocked the breath out of her. She gasped and coughedand jumped up and down, and the boys heard some onesay: If I had that man here Id mop the ground withhim, I would! After awhile she grew calmer and pickedup the axe to see if she had injured it. She hadnt, andshe smoothed down the handle, spit on the edge and finallywent in and got a rind and greased it, suddenly remem-bering that no axe was worth a cent without greasing. Byand by she was ready. She sat t
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