Humorous stories; Inventors -- Fiction; Science fiction; Short stories; Young men -- Fiction
My wife and Walsingham tried to dissuade me, but I climbed to the top
of the fence. I not only walked on the points of the pickets easily,
but I was able to place the end of one toe on the point of one picket,
and thus balanced wave the other leg in the air. My wife and Walsingham
Gribbs coaxed me to come down to the level of the walk, but as I saw no
reason to do so, I flatly refused, and at last Walsingham reached up
and took me by the hand and pulled me.
[Illustration: “I FOUND A LITTLE HARMLESS AMUSEMENT IN SLIDING DOWN THE
STAIR BANISTERS.”]
Ordinarily a man that had imbibed a quantity of brandy would have
fallen to the street if pulled by one hand while standing on the top
of a row of pickets, but I did not. When Walsingham pulled my hand I
inclined gently toward him until I was at right angles to the picket
fence, with my feet still on top of the pickets; and when he released
my hand I slowly swung upright again, without any effort whatever on my
part. I got down off that fence when I was ready, and not before.
There could be no doubt whatever that I was far more intoxicated than
Walsingham Gribbs, and all the way home I gave vent to tremendous
bursts of laughter over the idea that while Walsingham thought he was
seeing me safely home I walked as straight and true as a general, and
he staggered and reeled except when he clung closely to my arm.
Many persons stopped and looked at us, and I cannot wonder at it. For
Walsingham is a young man of most dignified countenance, and it must
have seemed strange to see a young man of such sober mien reeling
drunkenly, while a dignified and steadily walking hatter laughed and
shouted drunkenly. It was as if the two of us had been able to afford
but one spree, and had divided it in that way, he taking the stagger
and I taking the boisterousness.
My wife was much touched by the kind attentions of Walsingham, and
when we reached home she invited him in, and while I found a little
harmless amusement in walking up the stair banisters and sliding down
them standing on my feet, which I was enabled to do because of the
steadying effect of the gyro-hat, she took Walsingham into the parlor
and introduced him to Anne formally.
My poor daughter was quite overcome with embarrassment and pleasure,
but when Walsingham was sitting he showed no evidence of his stagger
and reel whatever, and they managed to become quite well acquainted
while my wife was assisting me to bed.
Unfortunately I had neglected to arrange any method for letting the
vacuum out of the gyro-hat, and although my wife tugged and pulled at
the hat, the suction held it fast to my head and it refused to come off
unless my scalp came with it. My wife decided that I must sleep in the
hat, since I was in no condition of mind to do anything about it myself.
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