The Ouachita telegraph. [volume] (Monroe, La.) 1865-1889, 1872-05-11
How Ashton Took His Medicine.

How Ashton Took His Medicine.
Ashton looked sick his cheeks were
red, too red; his eyes heavy, and he
would rather lie down on the floor than
play. AS his father went out in the
middle of the afternoon, he told Bridg-
ct to give his little boy some rhubarb
when she put him to bed. So when
bedtime came, and he was undressed
and washed for the night, Bridget told
him she had "good STUFF to give him.
sis it, certain true, g00dstut, Bridget?'
he asked as she came near with small
wine-glass in her hand. C Real gOOd,'
she said, " sweet and everything.'
eft does not smell good" said Ash
ton; &C it smells awfully, and | shall
not take it,"
"But it is good" said Bridget. "It
looks like licorice and such nice things,
you know. Oh, it is SO nicc!' cried
Bridget, putting it to her own mouth,
and smacKing her lips. g You will just
cry for more as soon as you have made
way with this"
Take it yourself,' cried the little
boy angrily.
" Your pa did not tell me to take it;
it is only for his own dear little boy"
At that moment Lottie was heard
coming over the piazza. I" Cal! her,'
cried Ashton. He did not wait for
Bridget, however, but screamed at the
top of his lungs, 'tI4ottie!'
"Bubby!" answered Lottic and pre-
sently Lottie showed herself at the
door. "Lottie," said Ashton, 81 want
you. Is that medicine good and sweet
and nice to swallow ?'' "No," answer
ed I.ottie, taking the glass, cit is bittcr.'
"Well," said Ashton, 81 thought SO.
Bridget tells Stories"
"You don't MIMI the bitter" said
Lottie. awe do not take medicine be-
cause it tastes g0o2, but because it 1oes
good. 1t drives away sickness and it
must be pretty strong TO do that, You
know
"That is it," said Ashton. But lo
not want to take it, Lottic.'
"Of course, you DON'T" said his Sis
ter brightly; "but wclhavc to lots of
things we don't want to, for the good
of them aftcrward. Pug docs not like
to be shut up in the yard when you arc
gone away, but he has to, else he will
be lost.''
"That is So" said the little boy. 81
like to know the rcal-truc about things.
Give me the stuff, Lottic. Ouc-~two-
three, and-tiOh3t ~ And down it won't
into his throat in an instant. One
strong, stiff, rcsolutc swallow, and the
thing was done. 10 be sure, Ashton
made up 4 terrible face; but after all,
the rhubarb was not very bad to take,
and it rounded Off into Il laugh, and the
little fellow kicked himself into excel
lent humor.
g l do not like to be foolcu,' he said.
eff things are bitter, soy 50; if things
are sweet, say so; only do not call bit
ter sweet to me again, Bridget. like
to believe folks.''
"Truth is truth, isn't it, bubby:"
said Lotto, kissing him. What il good
night hug he gave hcr.-tHiHrS Paper.
The Davenport Democrat has the
following: "a beautiful and almost
miraculous incident occurred at the
sick bed of II child near Marshall, on
Thursday last. The little daughter of
John House was lying ut the point of
death when flash of lightning passed
through the room, ;lrOuSing the infant;
ut the same moment Il beautiful white
dove flew into the chamber, and with
outspread wings lowered over tho in
titnt til it tied, and then Disappeared"
n scholar in Il country school WAS
asked: elbow do YOU parse MARY
milks the cow?''' The last word was
disposed of rs follows: s.Cow is Il noun,
feminine gender, singular number,
third person, and stands for Mary."
"Stands for Mary" How do make that
out:' t'Because," addcd;tho Intelligent
pupil, elf the COW didn't stand for
Mary, how could she milk hcr:''
n little boy, after Watching the burn-
ing of the SChoolhOuSc until the novelty
of the thing had ceased, started otfdown