The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1873-06-28
Pipsy Potts on Hobbies.

Pfpsy Potts on Hobbies.
Idfead people who have hobbie,
worse than those who have contagious
diseases. z=z * +... ..-s
There's old Byron Fisher and hi,
wife, who live over on the ridge. NoW
they think that All ointment they cal
"Ncwton's grease" will cure every
thing, no matter what it is.
Why, / heard old brother Fisher say
once, right in convenant meeting, that
he owed his life to Newton's grease
and the Lord! 7as q, ,r..
/ went over there the other evening
to get some pink roots, and they asked
me how my catarrh was; | told them
it was about the same, sometimes very
bad, then again hardly felt it; that
experienced the most trouble from
my asthmy. Even then / was wheez-
ing like a dilapidated old bellows,
from my walk up liil1.
You can be cured Of both, and il
won't cost more'n quarter" said he,
sitting down, leaning back and stick
ing his feet upon a line with our faces.
Positively, I would have given OH
last years files of the Baptist Banne,
to have seen the hind legs OF. his chair
slip and let him down suddenly, the
low bred old backslidcr!
"All you have to do," said he, "is
to take about three spoonfuls of New
tons grease, melt it, and snuff it up
your nose as hot as you can bear it.
For the sake Of gettin' well you could
stand it pretty hot, you know; and
for the asthma l would advise you to
rub it on well all over your breast
and throat, and up under your ears,
and take about tablespoonful III
wardly three times q day. ''a
That riled me up, and said: "Bro-
thcr Fisher, do you suppose l have no
feelings at a1l9 I'd hug my catarrli,
and rejoice and gloat over my asthma,
and feel rich in their possession before
I'd treat my sensitive mortal frame
with such indignity! I, a woman in
good standing in the church7 Never"
81 don't insist on it," said he; otis
none OF my business; but here it is
before you, life and health and
strength, or poor, patcledup old
frame, not able to stand any thing,
a-wl,eezin' around this way!"
| smiled, and turned the subject,
though l felt as if my eyes snapped
fire.
Sister Fisher ant combing her hair !;
it was long and even, and couldn't
help admiring it. / said, g Your hair
is very beautiful for woman of your
age. don't see how you keep it look
ing 80 bright and glossy"
She laughed II little embarrassed
sniff, and said she took good care of it..
"WelI, tell the whole TRUTH" said
he, looking as though l were his vic
tim; "slle never dyes her hair, Just
uses Ncwton's grease pretty freely !;
that answers the same as n dye, with
none OF it's bad effects, and perfumes
it agrceal,ly, besides" and he looked
ut my thin. scraggy hair.
Just as we came out of the garden
with the pink-roots, Dick and Club
came home from school.
''Onr Club was sick in school, to-
day." said Dick.
"What 'peered to be the matter :"
said old Byron, frightening up with
the prospect Of a case.
"Oh, jus sick, and didn't want to
play, nor nothin'.'
The father laid his hand roughly on
the child's foretop, and turned his
head back, bringing the little wan,
pinehed face up into full view, and
said, ooh it's wor-rums, know by
the white about his moutll-nothing
but wor-rnms; come in, son, I'll cure
you in no time.n
The child put up his lip pitifully,
and clung to the mothers skirts.
"come right along; none o. your
snifflin', or Til tend to You in a way
ti,at'll quicken yer paces," said old
Blue Beard.
"Oh, | don't want to take any more
O Newton's grease. I don't want to,
father; oh-oh!"
'.Yes, You will, too! Chubbuck!
come here this minute, or I'll whale
you like sack!" said the inhuman IA
ther.
hurried away. As l closed the
gate it creaked on its rude wooden
hinges with a doleful squall. l couldn't
help it, really; I hailed out, "Brother
Fisher; he. Brother Fisher! your gate
needs dose of Newton's grease!"
Oh, but the old fellow did cast a
vengef,l black glance at me! lie
looked as if-had he not been mem
Der of the Pottsville church, he would
have told me with infinite relish, to go
to some place not half so comfortable
us home.
1t is strange to what extremes some
people do go with their particular
whims. --4uMut's Home Magazine.
Polar Pigmies.