I bought this little cast-iron stove in the flea-market a few weeks ago, and it is small - about 2 feet high including the legs. It was made in Hungary, I would guess around 1900, and is the sort of thing that would be installed in a night-watchman's or railway worker's hut. It burns coke (now known as 'smokeless') and one load seems to last all day - just enough to keep the edge off and warm fingers. Probably enough to boil a kettle on too.
I had all the flue-pipe ready to hand, and simply ran it straight up to an arrow-slit window and out. The pipe cost more than the stove, including the bends needed to route it.
My charming and glamorous assistant suffers from 'white finger' more than I do even though he is 18 years younger, so this stove is more to entice him to work in the winter than for me. 'white finger' is - as the name suggests - when one's fingers go white and dead at the slightest drop in temperature, and pretty much every stonemason suffers from it as a result of destroying the nerves of his hands by continuous use of hammers - especially pneumatic ones. It is incurable once the nerves have been destroyed and the only remedy is to move to a warmer climate. It is one of the many physical drawbacks of doing things that the human body is not designed to cope with, and is one on the long list of drawbacks that I always quote to romantic, would-be stone carvers.
Right - I'm off to the workshop to light it again before the summer arrives.