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Show It Draws Now. We used to have a good deal of trouble with the stove in our sanctum. It wouldn't draw except like the balky mule, that used to draw the attention of passersby. Our stove wouldn't draw the smoke worth a cent, but it used to draw many other things. It would often draw unprintable exclamations from our foreman; it would draw our "devil" from his work forty-‘leven times a day to fix it, and it used to draw fanciful quirly-queues on the ceiling with smoke. It would also frequently draw tears from our book-keepers eyes, as well as very uncomplimentary criticisms from callers. We could stand it no longer and so had a large pipe put straight up from the stove through the ceiling and roof. Next morning, about fire-lighting time, our "devil" came near being made an "angel in the skies," but our foreman, in the nick of time, grasped the incautious boy, who had stood too near the stove door when he applied the match, and drew him by the feet back down the stove pipe, out of the stove into the middle of the room. The boy's shirt buttons however, had been drawn off by the terrific current that poured and hissed up the stove pipe. We cannot use any lighter fuel, than ??? stone, as wood and even coal is instantly drawn up towards the sun or moon as the case may be. We suppose the marvelous drawing powers of our sanctum stove pipe are all due to the fact that Curtis Brothers put it up for us. |