Norfolk day book. [volume] (Norfolk and Portsmouth Va.) 1868-1880, 1869-04-09
tors blue silk dressing gown,
that happened to be lying on d
neighboring lounge.

tnat Happeueu W po lying VI q
neighboring lounge.
Is it an incisor, molar, GUS
pid, or bi-cuspid 2 asked the
doctor.
Darn the sizes and castors,
cried Nat, impatiently there
tis-lower jaw, with a hole
clean through it, from stern to
stern L
'Ah, a bi-cuspid and carious.
How will you have it extracted
by anasthesia, chloroform, or
ether?'
Ami Tassy and clothes
forms may go to grass. But
into it, and be quick about it,
or I'll knock you into the mid
die Of next week
The doctor produced the
forceps, made the necessary
arrangements, opened Matt
decidedly formidable mouths
and applied the instrument. -
A desperate tug. and compli-
Gated twisting Of the operators
scountenance, the tooth flew
out with a loud crash, and 81
multaneously the heavy cow
hide boots Of the patient were
lodged in the pit of Doctor
Bellini's stomach, knocking
that unfortunate gentleman
over the table amid the chatter
and shipwreck Of bottles, glas-
SEES, jugs and implements gem
orally. saa
The doctor was a little man
but he was not destitute Of
temper, and this destruction
of his chemicals filled him
with just rage. He seized a
bottle of assafntida and flung
it's contents over out luckless
hero.
For one moment Nat stood
still, stricken motionless by an
unexpected assault, but it was
only for moment.
by Jupiter Ammon I roar
ed he, if this amt a leetle too
much /! I've met with pole
cats, muskrats and essence
peddlers, but hanged if ever
smelt anything like IN My
new trowsers is ruined! And
I'll take it out Of your hide,
you consarned jackanapes 7!
switched if I don't +
Nat seized the ox-goad aud
gave chase to Bellini, who,
probably anticipating trouble,
had taken flight down the
stairs. At the ominous rat
thing of Mats cow-hides, the
little doctor made an extra eff
fort; his coat caught on the
door-latch; it was no time to
stop for trifes-out he went,
leaving the tails Of that gar
ment, as a trophy, behind him
on the victorious latch. Down
the street like a small whirl-
wind, hatless and coat-tailless,
with his long hair streaming
in the wind, few Bellini, G.
p. T. f., and close upon his
heels, Nathan johnson, bear
ing aloft the ox-goad.
'Stop him, head him ! He's
pulled my head off and then
scented me! the sneaking
rascal + roared Nat. IF can
only get up to him, I'll settle
his accounts. Painless Dis
tractor, indeed l smell bad
enough to breed the colery !
| shan't be fit to go among de-
cent folks for a month. What
will Susanna think? Fifty
cents reward to the man that
will throw a brick at him !'
The bystanders were convul-
sed with laughter, the little
boys thew up their hats and
shouted hurrah. Bellini
strained every nerve, and Nat
did likewise. The little doc
tor was very sound in the
wind, but Nat had the advan-
tage of him in length Of limb.
The gallant son of Esculapi-
us must h yanquished. He
realized the horrible truth
something desperate must be
done. Bellini flung himself fiat
on the ground directly in front
of his pursuer, and, as he cal
culated, Mats momentum car
ried him completely over the
grounded victim and several
rods beyond, where he excited
the belligerent tendencies of a
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