The Fairfield herald. [volume] (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1849-1876, 1869-10-27
Afraid of, the Itoh.


oH66 travelling on horseback through
the interior Of tho State, and called
one evening to stay all night ut lit,
tie log house near the road whore en-
,tertainments and post-office were kept.
Two other strangers were there, and
the mail rider rodo up about dark.
Supper boing over, tho mail carrier
and the tbreo gentlemen were invited
in small room furnished with good
fro and two beds, which wore to &c.
com modate the four persoht for the
night: The mail carrier was a little,
shabby, dirty looking wretch, with
whom none Of the gentlemen liked the
idea of sleeping. Pete Milestone
eyed him clos9ly, as he asked
""hcre arc you going to sleep to-
night my lad ~
"I'll thlcep with you, l reckon"
lispcd tho youth, cor one of them fol
! lors, don't care which"
Tkc other two gentlemen took the
hint and occupied one Of the beds to.
gether Immediately, leaving the other
bed and confab to bo enjoyed by
Pctc aud tho mail boy together as
best they could. Pete and The boy
commenced bauling off their duds and
Pcto getting into bed first, and wish:
ing to get rid of sleeping with the
boy, remarked very earnestly:
"My friend, TIL tell you before
hand, I've got tho Itch, and you'd bet
ter not get in here with mo for the
disease is catching"
The boy who was just getting into
bed, too, drawled out very coolly.
"Wol, reckon that don't make
bit of differcncc-I've had it now
nearly this seven years." and into bed
lie pitched along with Pete, who pitch
ed out in as great hurry as if he had
walked up hornets nest in the bed.
The other gentlemen roarcd, and
the mail boy who had got pcacoahle
possession Of the Led to himself,
drawlsd out
"Why, you muth be a set o. darned
fools nam and dads got tho itch
worth than I is, and they thlrp in
that bed lath night when they wath
here quiltin."
Tho other two strangGfS wore now
in worse predicament than Pctc had
been, and bouncing from their nest
as if the house had been on fire, strip
ped, ehook their clothing5 put them on
again, ordered their horses, and
though it was nearly ten O'Clock, they
all threo left and rode several miles
to the next town before they slept,
leaving the imperturbable mail car
rier to the bliss of scratching aud
sleeping alono.
| EvIDENcEs OF FoLLY-Asking the
publisher Of new periodical how
many copies ho sells per week.
Mating yourself disagrceable and
wondering that no 6H'e will visit you.
Getting drunk and complaining
next day of headache.
Judging peoples picty by their at
tendance at church,
| Negleceng to ad7crtiSc, and won-
dering that you don't succeed in busi-
ness.
Refusing to take q newspaper, and
being surprised that the people laugh
Mt your ignorance!
], SAVED HIS WHIppiNG.-A little
urohin seven or eight years ord, in .
school where Miss Blodgett was
teacher, composed the following and
and wrote it on his slate at prayer
time, to tho great amusement of the
boys: SIS, :
"a little mouse ran up stairs,
To hear Miss Blodgeti say her prayers"
! The teacher discovered the rhyme
and called out the culprit. For a
punishment she gavo him choice, to
make another rhyme in five minutes,
or bo whipped. So after winking and
blinking and scratching his head till
his time was nearly out, and the teach.
err was lifting the stick in threaten
ing manner, at the last moment lie ex-
claimed ai r
"Here stand before Miss Blodgett,
She's going to strike, and I'm going to
dodge it,"
IIc was sont to his seat.
Many years ago the London Punch
contained some verses which are well
enough described by their title: "1A
Lunatic to his Mistress" Their rhvme