The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-09-28

| The demljon was brought in from the
wagon and filled. And then Mr.. Smith
drove off to attend to other business.---
Among the things to be done on that day,
was to see a man who lived half mile
from Lancaster. Before going out on this
errand, Mr.. Smith stopped at the house Of
his particular friend, Mr.. Jones. Mr..
Jones happened not to be in, but Mrs.
Jones was pleasant woman, and he chat
ted with her for ten minutes or SO. AS he
was about stepping into his wagon, ii
struck him that the gallcn deniIpn was a
little in this way, and so, lifting it out, he
said to Mrs. JONES'
Il wish you would take care of this un-
til come back
% certainly replieh Mrs. Jones, with
the greatest pleasure
And so the demijon was lef in The lady's
care.
Some hours afterwards Mr. Jones came
in, and among the first things that attracted
his attention was the stran .e dcmiion.
What is this?' was his natural inquiry
Something that Mr. Smih Left
Mr.. Smith from Q-?'
| Yes
Il wcnder what he has ther?' said Mr.
Jones, taking hold of the d,mijon. III
feels heavy
The cork was unhesitatingly removed,
and the mouth of the vessel brought in
close contact with the smelling organ OF
Mr.. Joues>
Wine, as l liven fell from his lips
Bring me glass
'Oh no, Mr. Jones. | wouldn't touch
his wine, said Mrs. Jones.
Bring me a glass. Do you think I'm
going to let gallon of wine pass my way
without cxacting toll? No-no, Brine
me glass
The glass, half-pint tumbler, was pro-
duced, and nearly filed with the execrable
stuff-as guiltless grape juice as dyer's
vat-which was poured down the throat of
Mr.. Jones.
Pretty fair wine that; OILY little rough,
said Mr. Jones, smackiny his lips.
It's shame! remarked Mrs. Jones,
warmly, for you to do So
4 only took toll said the husband,
laughing. No harm in that I'm sure
Rather heavy toll, it strikes me, replied
Mrs. Jones,
Meantime, Mr.. Smith, having completed
most of his business for that day, stopped
at store where he wished two or three
ar icles put up. While these We're in pre-
paration, he said to the keeper ofthc S ore,
Il wish you would let your lad Tom step
over for me to Mr.. Jones left deni-
Jon of common wine there, which / bought
for the purpose of making into au'imonial
wine
o certainly replied the store-keeper.
Here Toni and he called for his boy.
Tom came, and the store-keeper said to
him,
Run over to Mr.. Jones and get a jug of
antimonial wine which Mr.. Smith left there.
Go quickly, for Mr.. Smith is in a hurry.
Yes, SIR responded the lad, and away
he ran.
After Mr.. Jones had disposed of his
half pint of wine, he thought his stomach
had rather curious sensation, which is
not much to be wondered at, considering
the stuff with which he had burJened it.
Il wonder if that really is winc?' said he,
turning from the window at which he had
seated himself, and taking up the demijon
again. The cork was removed and his
nose applied to the mouth of the huge bot
| tie.
Yes, it's wine; but I'll VOW it's not
much to brag Of And the cork was once
more replaced.
Just then came a knock at the door.
Mrs. Jones opened it, and the store-keep-
er's lad appeared.
Mr.. Smith says, please let him have the
Jug of antimonial wine he left here
'Antimonial winer exclaimed Mr.. Jones,
his chin falling, and paleness instantly
overspreading his face.
Yes, sir, said the lad, taking up the de-
mijon to which Mrs. Jones pointed with her
finger, and departing without observing
the effect his appearance had produced.
'Antitnonial wine!' fell again, but huski-
ly from the quivering lips of Mr.. Jones.
Send for the doctor, Kitty, quickl Obi
How dreadfully sick l feel Send for the
Doctor, or I'll be dead man in half an
hourp
.Antimonial wine Dreadful exclaim-
ed Mrs. Jones, now as pale and frightened
as her husband. DO you feel very sick?'
'Oh yes. As sick as deathl' And the
appearance of Mr. Jones by no means bell
ed his words. Send for the Doctor in
stantly, or it may be too late
Mrs. Jones ran first in one way and then
in another. and finally had presence of
mind enough to tell Jane, her single do
mestic, to run with all her might for the