The weekly Butte record., 1863-02-21
Cure for the Toothache.

+ those who dwell beyond, or in the shining orbS
He saw; and she conquered. He saw her in
the street, and followed. Other poodles have
done the ssme She entered a Store-so did
he Not because be wanted TO buy goods, but
he thought an opportunity might occur for
him to speak music to her, or hear the music
Of her speech. Oh. what a voice, more sweet
than his own fiddle; and its tones vibra,cd 10
the very bottom Of his lager beer barrel. And
her smlle-it struck him 10 the heart, for he
thought she smiled upon him. Perhaps she
did. She smiled upon bigger fool in the cir
Gus the other night She looked at silks-he
tried TO suit himself with new pair Of gloves
Both were hard to suit, aud time sped. At
length she left and took a stage for her home
up town. lie took the same mode of getting
away from his home. and went up by the same
conveyance, without any definite place in view
at which he should pull the strap. He waited
patiently for the lady to give the first pull.
She got out and entered brown stone house.
He noted the spot, and ended his ride at the
next corner, and came back and looked up to
the cold walls and thought-yes, he thought
of the warm heart within. and the sweet face
that smiled-was it at or for him?
" Hope told tiatterng tale
and he thought if he could only enter that por
tai, he could win the citadel. But how what
excuse should he make, or who inquire for
when the door was opened? Fortune came to
his aid, and showed him a dentist sign.
"Ah, true" said he, :" | have decayed
tooth, and walked boldly up and rang the bell.
Fortune favored him again. The lady herself
opened the door She had watched him from
the window as he watched the house. and un-
willing to let him be seen by a servant, flown
herself to the door Perhaps We have seen
such things before.
d" Is the doctor at home ?"
NO; but walk in-you can wait for him. -
"Oh, yes, certinly, in your company any
length of time-if be should not come till night
or morning"
The lady led the way to the parlor. Both
were seated upon the sofa, and time went on
the wings of-love, Well, he thought so.
He thought that every woman that smiled up
on him was made to love. Perhaps he offered
bis hand TO her acceptance, She did not ac-
cept but that only served to make his strong
er. So flew time, till loud ring at the door
bell marked period. The lady ran to open
the door, and stopped for a few hasty words
with the new conner and then came in and
said:
My husband-t Doctor
Her visitor wanted to see one Just as much
as the other. He would very gladly have given
the room to either. but the two in one stood in
the door. fIe looked anxiously toward the
fatal charmer who had enticed him into a
snare, as she smiled, vanished The teeth re.
minded him of bis own. The doctor looked
stern, and said sternly:
Did you wish to see me professionally, sir p
Of course he did. What else could he say
ne Was lneTe iOr. lie thought Ol llt uSCdN Neu
tooth and thought he would have that out to
get out himself 1t was not exactly tooth
for a TOOTH bat it soon will be. He took his
seat, and the doctor applied the nippers and
drew the wrong toOth-a perfectly sound one,
upon one side of the other or course it wa
a mistake-a bloody mistake-but easily RENE
died by pulling another. That would be a
tooth for tooth. The doctor would take no
excuse, and applied the instrument again and
drew another sound tooth. The decayed one
now stood alone, and the doctor thought,
might perhaps get well be was tolerably sure
that he had cured the musical gentleman Of
his toothache, and very kindly told him to
pay him FIVE dollars, and if his troublesome
tooth should ever plague him again, all he had
to do was to follow bis wife home again and
be would pull all the teeth out Of his head.
The editor of the Stockton Independent