The Baltimore County union. [volume] (Towsontown, Md.) 1865-1909, 1873-06-28
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| / dread people VINO nave nODDleS worse LlaQ
those who have contagious diseases.
| There's old Byron Fisher and his wife, who
live over on the ridge. Now they think that
an ointment that they call "Newton's grease, b"
will cure everything, no matter what it is.
VIII card old brother Fisher say once,
right ,venant meeting, that he owed his
life to ,gton's grease and the lord
wei 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
asthma. Even then 1 was wheeling like di-
lapidated old bellows, from my walk u p the hill.
"You can be cured of both; and it won't cost
you morn'n quarter" said he, sitting down,
leaning back and sticking his feet up on line
with our faces.
Positively, would have given our last year s
file of the Baptist Banner to have seen the hind
legs of his chairs slip and let him down sud-
denly, the low bred old backslider!
Gall you have to do" said he, sis to take
about three spoonfuls of Newton's grease, melt
it, and snuff it up your nose as hot ag you can
bear it. For the sake of getting well. you can
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 a tablespoonful inwardly
three times day."
That riled me up, and said: "Brother Fish
er, do-gou suppose | have no feelings at all P
I'd hug my catarrh, and rejoice and gloat over
my asthma, and feel rich in their possession
before I'd treat my sensitive mortal frame with
such indignity l, a woman of good standing
in the church? 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, poor, patch ed up old
frame, not able to stand any thing, a-wheezn'
around this way!
smiled, and turned the subject, though
felt as if nay eyes snapped fire.
Sister Fisher sat combing her hair it was
long and even, and 1 couldn't help ad miring it.
said, "your hair is very beautiful for a woman
OF your age. l don't see how you keep it look
ing so bright and glossy"
She laughed little embarrassed sniff, and
said she took good care of it.
"Well, tell the whole TRUTH" said he. looking
as though I were his victim; ''She never dyes
her hair, just uses Newtons grease pretty free
ly; that answers. the same as dye with none
of its bad effects, and perfumes it agrceably,
besides," and he looked at my thin, scraggy
hair.
Just as we came out of the garden with the
pink roots, Dick and Club came home from
school,
"0ur Club was sick in school, to day." said
Dick.
"What 'peared to be the matter 2" said old
Byron, Frightening up with the prospect of a
case.
-9h, 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, pinched face into full
view, and said, "Oh it's wurrums, know by
the white about his woodworking but wur-
runs come in son I'll cure you in no time"
The child put up his lips pitifully, and clung
to his mothers skirts.
"Come right along none O. your sniff1in', or
I'll tend to you in way that'll quicken your
paces," said old Blue Beard.
ooh, don't want take any more O. Newton's
grease. don't, father oh-oh! ~
eyes, you will too! Chubbuck come here
this minute, or I'll whale you like sack p said
the inhuman father.
l hurried away. AS I closed the gate it
creaked on its rude wooden hinges with dole
full squall. couldn't help it, really; called
out, "Brother Fisher no Brother Fisher your
gate needs dose of Newton's grease !"
"0h, but the old fellow did cast vengeful
black glance at me! He looked as if-had he
not been member of the Pottsville church,
he would have told me with infinite relish, to
go to some place not half so comfortable as
home.
1t is strange to what extent some people do
go with their particular whims.-Arthmr's
Home Magazine.