The Volcano lubricator. (Volcano, W. Va.) 1871-1879, 1873-08-26
NiSCeJIU2y.
Mr.. Coville of Danbury.


Mr.. Coville while on the roof count
ing the shingles, he has been obliged
to keep pretty close to the house
Last Wednesday he was. out in The
yard for the first time, and on Frida,
Mrs. Coville got him on an easy chair
which proved great comfort to him
1t is one OF those that can be moved
bv the occupant to form, almost any
position by means Of ratchets. Mr.
Coville was very much pleased with
this rev contrivance, ard the first af'
ternoon did nothing but sit in it and
work it in all ways. He said such &
chair as that did more good in thi:
world than a hundred sermons. He
had it in his room, The front bed room
up stairs, and would sit and look oui
the window, and enjoy himself as much
rs man can whose legs have been
ventilated with shot. Monday after.
noon he got in the chair and Mrs. Co.
vile was out in the back yard hanging
up clothes, and the. son was across the
street drawing lath along a picket
fence. Sitting down he grasped the
side ofthe chair with both hands to
settle it back, when the whole thing
gave way, and Mr.. Coville came vio-
lcntly to the floor.
For an instant the. unfortunate gen
t!emau was benumbcd by the sudden
ness of the shock, but the next he was
aroused by an acute pain in each arm,
and the great drops Of sweat oozed
from his forehead when he found that
the little finger Of each hand had
caught in the ratchets, and was as firm
" held as if in a vice. There he lay
on his back, with the end Of round
stick in his side, and both hands per-
Gectly powerless. The least move OF
the body aggravated the pain which
was chasing up his arms. He scream
ed for help, but Mrs. Coville was in the
back yard telling Mrs. Coney, next
door, that she did not know what Gov
lille would do without that chair, and
so she didn't hear him. He pounded
the hoor with his stockinged feet, but
the younger Coville was still drawing
emotion from that fence across the way,
and all other sounds were rapidly sink
ing into insignilicance. Besides, Mr..
Covil!e's legs had not sufficiently re-
covered from the late accident to per-
nit their being proftably used as NAL
lets.
How he did despise that offspring,
and how frequently he did wish the
owner Of that fence would light on
that boy and reduce him to powder
Then he screamed again and howled,
and shouted "Mariaw But there was
no response. What if he. should die
there alone in that awful shape? The
perspiration started alresh, and the
pain in his arms assumed an awful
magnitude. Again he sirieked Ma
riaw but the matinee across the way
only grew in volume, and the uncon'
scious wife had gone into Mrs. Coney,s
and was trying on that lady's redingote.
Then he prayed and howled, and
coughed, and swore, and then apologize
ed for it, and prayed and howied again.
and screamed at TIE top Of his voice
the awiullest things he would do to
that boy if heaven would only spare
him and show him an AK.
Then he opened his mouth for one
final shrek, when the door opened,
and Mrs. Coville ap. .'eared with
smile on her face, Mrs. Conveys red
ingote on her back, In one glance she
saw that something awful had happen
ed 10 Joseph, and with wonderful pre-
sence OF mind she screamed for help,
and then tainted away, and' plowed
headlong into his stomach. Fortu-
nately,the blow deprived him ofspeech,
else he. might have said something
that he would ever have regretted,
and before he could again his senses.
Mrs. Conev dashed in and removed
the griet-stricken wife; but it required
a blacksmith to cut Coville loose. He
is again back in bed, with his mu:ilat
ed fingers resting on pillows, and there
he lies all day concocting new forms
Of death for the inventor Of that chair,
and hoping nothing viii happen to his
son until he can get well enough to ad-
it himselt.-D0H6H'y News.