The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1873-09-25
Mr.. COvIIIe.s Easy Chair.

Oar friend Covile, of Danbury, has
met with another misfortune, las we learn
from the News:
Since the unfortunate accident to
MIR. Coville while on the roof counting
the shingles, be has been obliged to keep
pretty close to the house Last We'd
nesday he went out in the yard for the
first time, and on Friday Mrs. Covile
got him an easy chair, which proved
great comfort to him. 1t is one of those
chairs that can be moved by the occu
pant, to form almost any position, by
means of rachets. Mr. CoYille was very
much pleased with this new continuance
and the first afternoon did nothing but
81, in it and wore it 10 all ways. He said
sach chair as that did more good in the
world than hundred sermons. He had
it In his room, the front bedroom up
stairs, and there he would sit and look
out of the window, ard enjoy himself as
much as man can whose legs have been
ventilated with shot Monday afternoon
he got 10 the chair as usual, Mrs. Coville
was out in the back yard hanging up
clothes and the son was across the street
drawing a lath along picket fence. Sit
ting down he grasped the side of the
chair with both hands to settle it back,
when the whole thing gave away, and
Mr.. Covile came violently to the floor.
For an instant the unfortunate gentle
man was benumbed by the suddenness 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 fore
head when he found that the little finger
on each hand had caught in tn e rachets,
and were as firmly held as if in vice.
There he lay on his back with the end of
round sticking in his side, and both
hands perfectly powerless. The least
move of his body aggravated the pain
which was chasing up his arms. He
screamed for help. but Mrs. Coville was
in the back yard telling Mrs. Coney next
door, that she didn't know what Coville
would do without the chair, and SO she
didn't hear him. He pounded the floor
with his stockinged feet, but the younger
Coville was still drawing emotion from
the fence across the way, and all other
sounds were rapidly sinking into insight
| fcance. Besides, Mr.. Coville's legs were
not efficiently recovered from the late
acc ut to permit their being profitable
| as mallets, How he did despise that off,
sprin, and how fervently 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 Maria ~ But there was no
response. What if he should die there
alone in that awful shape The prespi-
ration started afresh, and the pain in his
arms assumed an awful magnitude.
Again he shrieked Maria |" but the
matinee across the way only grew in
volume. and the unconscious wife had
gone into Mrs. Coney's, and trying on
that lady's redingote. Then he prayed
and howled, coughed and swore and then
apologized for it, and prayed and howled
again. and screamed at the top of his
voice the awfullest things he would do to
that boy if Heaven would only spare him
and show him an axe. Then he opened
his mouth for one final shrek, when the
door opened, and Mrs. Coville appeared
with smile on her face and Mrs.
Coney's redingote on her back. In one
glance she saw that something awful had
happened to Joseph. and with wonderful
presence of mind she screamed for help,
and then tainted away. and plunged
headlong into his stomach. Fortunately
the blow deprived him from speech. else
he might have said som ething that he
ever would have regretted, and before
he could regain his senses, Mrs. Coney
dashed in and removed the grief-strcken
wife. But it required blacksmith to
cut CoYille loose. He is again back in
bed, with his mutilated fingers resting
on pillows, and there he lays all day con-
cocting new forms of death for the in
ventor of that chair, and hopes nothing
will happen to his son until he can get
well enough to administer to him him.
SELF