Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1869-04-16

had been made under the suggestions
of Mr.. Gadfy, with the purpose not only
of amusing the hopes of the community,
but also of improving the occasion to
their moral instruction and advancement.
As one means, among others, to this latter
END, there was called into play in the
magic circle on the great white sheet a
very pale little boy, with an expression of
the utmost nausea depicted on his other
wise ingenious countenance He was re-
clining, evidently in state of physical
prostration and mental contrition, against
the giant bole of an oak, in boundless
contiguity of shade. An empty basket
lay supine beside him, and a pound cake,
beautifully frosted and deeply excavated
on one side, fell from his nerveless hand.
The picture told its own story, and Mr..
Slipkin improved the occasion with
marked ability.
While he was doing so gentleman
came quietly in and stood near the penul-
innate bench.
"And now, children" concluded Mr..
Slipkin, "the friends of this greedy little
boy will have to come out and find him in
the woods, and take him home, and send
for the doctor to come"
And then Molly, looking up, saw that
the Doctor had come without being sent
for.
cdr. GaylenI'
"Ah, Miss Bawnw
"How is he? ?" V9Cs
Fast asleep"
"Thank you"
eyes," thought the Doctor, II know
what she thanks me for"
But the little boy who had made him
self sick was now in state of dissolution !;
and the Doctor looked at the screen
Another little boy! This view was very
striking, and ELECTED great applause. In
front of a heathen temple, with all the
modern conveniences, group of children
had been arranged by the gifted artist as
they never would have arranged them
selves. The house was 80 white, and the
garden so green, and the children so Wv
wind of "ohs" and "ahs." But the CEN
who had an empty basket in one hand and
chubby, sturdy little chap, and became
and SO did his playmates, each of whom
held in his or her hand specimen of the
kindly fruits of the earth.
Slipkin, when he could make himself
heard, Il want you to look very hard at
that little boy" Mr.. Slipkin's emphasis on
"that" was one of the finest points ever
made in American oratory. He has had
a basket sent to HIM, at his school. But,
instead of stealing away by himself with
it. like very selfish and wicked little boy,
that little boy has called all his little COM
panions around him, and has given one
thing to one and another to another, till
all that he has for himself is one single,
solitary PEACH !"
Grand climax on the part of Mr.. Slip
kin, which brings down the house, DR..
Gaylen applauding with the loudsst
g asked you, children" Mr.. Shpkin
continues, "to look very hard at that lit
tie boy. And why, children? why did I
ask you to look very hard at that picture
and at that little boy? Because, children.
that is true picture, and that little boy
was real boy"
Profound sensation.
"And now he's real mani"
Increased sensation.
"And his name is"
Breathless suspense.
"YOu all know him"
Feverish impatience.
"DR. GAYLENil"
Thunders of applause, during which the
Doctor rushed wildly out of the building.
Mr.. Slipkin, after the exhibition, being
sent to look for him, finds him in the
deepest shadows on the other side of the
way.
"Gaylen
"Slip pkin! Dear me how could you do
that? / had forgotten all about itl'
"Never mind. You and 1 and Jack
Stencil were at the Infants Retreat to-
gether; and Jack remembered it and
painted it. There's young lady waiting
for you-Miss Bawn."
"For me? Where's Mr.. Darrons?"
" rather think it's all up there. And,
LOOK She's up there at the window look
ing for you"
an get my horse" says the Doctor.
The net profits from the Fair were
$1,000. Unfortunately, the very next
week, the stiff little steeple blew down :;
and it cost exactly that sum to put it up
again.
Those cases of fracture are sometimes
very tedious! Not steeples-but legs and
arms. But it was "real good" of DR..
Gaylen-so the Misses Gadfly said-to
drive out all the way from town to see his
poor patient; at first once a week then,
as he got better, twice; as he continued to
improve, every other day and ultimately,
every day.
At last the Doctors patient is well
enough to hobble to his cottage door and
bid the Doctor good-by. In the distance
is the Rev. Mr.. Strate Westcott, with new
ffty-dollar bill in his pocket book. The
Doctor is not in his buggy. He is in
close carriage. He is not alone. A lady
is with him, young lady, who looks all
the happier for being there, and all the
prettier for blushing.
As the carriage rolls down the hill this
lady, looking into little basket, says:
"There is just one peach left Charley /;
will you have it ?"
But the Doctor-there being nobody in
that shady road to catch him doing it
kisses her cheek and does not care much
about peaches.-Hdrper's Weekly.
The Heart.
NoTwITHsTANDINe the fact that the hu-
man heart is no more the seat of moral
sentiments than it is of intellectual opera
tions, literary men still cling to the old
blunder of ancient poets, who refer all
emotions, good, bad, or Indifferent, to that
source The brain is q receiving and dis