Dodgeville chronicle. [volume] (Dodgeville, Wis.) 1862-current, 1873-10-17
Revenge and Its Consequences.

COvILLE's boy was at the velOcipede
rink Friday night. 1t was not his inten-
ton of going there to ride velocipede.
He went up there to whip boy who put
some chewing gum where he sat down on
it in school, and, owing to language he
used on the occasion, was prevented from
leaving the building in time to make the
proper connection with the criminal. He
found the boy there, as he expected, and,
doubling up his fist so the middle joint of
tue second finger protruded in a very
alarming manner, he approached the
young man, with a view of giving him
"Dlazes," as he subsequently cOnfded to
the opponent himself, when, alas for hui
man expectation the willy foe brought out
a top with brass peg, and generously Of
fered it to his adversary. The look of fire
in Coville's boys eye died completely out,
the rigid muscles of his fist relaxed, and
the next minute the top was in his own
pocket, with the feroci0us fist closed over
it, insteak of banging up the frame Of the
other boy. After few minutes of desul-
tory conversation, in which not the re-
hottest reference was made to the late un-
pleasantness, two of the velocipedes were
vacated, and, at the invitation of the other
boy, Coville's boy mounted one of them
for display of his agility. The other
boy could ride, but this was Coville's boys
first experiment. At first he fell mostly
on his side, but after a while he grew more
| acquainted with the vagaries of the ma
chine, and commenced to strike on the
top of his head, thus saving his clothes
and shielding the machine. Getting tired
| of the monotony, and becoming trife
uneasy ON account of it's frequency, he
finally dashed out on the track, spun part
ways round, commenced to waver as three
ther machines bore down upon his rear
and lost his balance just as they reached
him, and went down on his nose, thus
forming the corner stone to a remarkable
mass of mixed velocipedes, legs and
shrieks. The other boys were helped up
at once by the keeper, who took Coville's
boy by the ear, under the impression that
he was the malicious source of all the
| trouble, and waltzed him out to the street.
Any other boy would have went straight
| home and had himself done up in cotton
and sweet oil, but Coville's boy was not
made of such stuff. He painted for re-
venge. When the keeper let go of him he
went round to a back street and tore a
| picket from a fence, and returned to the
| entrance of the rink, where he patiently
waited for the keeper to appear, that he
| might kill him with the picket. He didn't
care how long he had to wait. An uncle
was visiting at the house, and his father
wouldn't dare whip him while there was
| company around. Pretty soon he heard
steps descending the stairs, and peeking
through the crack of the door he saw the
keeper approach. He waited with the
stick drawn until the shadow crossed the
threshold, and then lunged frightful
blow at the victims stomach, hit the
mark, and fled. A half hour later, while
lying rejoicing in bed, his father dashed
into the room and, picking him up by his
hair, stood him on the floor, and silently
but vigorously warmed his legs with what
the miserable boy, from the meager OPP
portunity he had of observing the weapon,
was confident was the identical picket
which short time ago flourished in his
own possession. But the elder Coville
made no explanation. Late the next day
Mrs. Coville found opportunity to explain
to him that his uncle had gone out to hunt
him up for some ice cream, and had
strolled into the rink, where, learning
that he had just gone home, he was re-
tracing his way when he was murderous-
ly assaulted by his own nephew, and
nearly knocked into eternity.-Daabuy
| NeaDs.