The Democratic press. [volume] (Ravenna, O. [Ohio]) 1868-1901, 1873-08-21
oovILLE.s SECOND MIsFoRTUNE

From the Danbury News. 'a'a- - -
Since the unfortunate accident to
Mr. Coville while on the roof count
ing the shingles, he has been obliged
to keep pretty close to the house.
Last Wednesday he went out in the
yard for the first time, and on Friday
Mrs. CoYille got him an easy chair
which proved a great comfort to him.
1t is one of those chairs that can
be moved by the occupant, to form
almost any position, by means of ra-
chefs. Mr.. CoviIle was very. much
pleased with this new contriEance
and the first afternoon did nothing
but sit in it and work itin all ways.
He said such chair as that did more
good in this world than a hundred
sermons. He had it in his room, the
front bedroom up stairs, and there he
would sit and look out of the window,
and enjoy himself as much as q man
can whose legs have been ventilated
with shot. Monday afternoon he got
in the chair as usual. Mrs. CoVille
was out in the back yard hanging up
clothes, and the son was across the
street drawing Iath along picket
fence. Sitting down he grasped the
sides of the chair with both hands to
settle it back, when the whole thing
gave way, and Mr.. CovilIe came fvio-
lently to the floor. For an instant
the unfortunate gentleman was be-
anumbed 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
forehead when he found that the little
finger of each hand had caught in the
raehets, and. were as firmly held as If
in q vice. There he lay ON his back
with the end of round sticking in
his side, and both hands perfectly
s.poWerless. The least move of his
body aggravated the pain which was
chasing up his arms, He screamed
for help, but Mrs. Coyille was in the
back yard telling Mrs. Ccney, next
door, that she didn't know what Co
vile would do without that chair, and
SO she didn't hear him. He pounded
the floor with his stockinged feet, but
the younger COYil1e was still drawing
emotion. from that. fence across the
way, and all other sounds were rap
idly sinking intosinsignihca H.Be-
sides, Mr.. Coyille's legs were not .suf-
feiently recovered from the late acci-
dent to permit their being profitably
used Is mallets. How he did despise
that offspring, 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 MA
ria 7" But there was no response.
What If he should die there alone and
8 IN. that awful shape ?EsFAe s9selKa-
ton started afresh, an 4 the pain "a bis
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 was try-
3 ing on that lady Fedingote.E Tiden he
prayed, and hoWled, and coughed.
and swore, and then apologized for it,
and prayed and hoWled again, and
screamed at the top of his voice the
= aW fullest things he would do that
4 boy III heaven would only spare him
and show him an axe. Then he OPEN
ed his mouth for one final shrek,
when the door opened, and Mrs. Co
YiIle appeared with a smile on her
face and Mrs. Coney's redingote>on
her back. In one glance she saw that
something awful had happened to Jo-
seph, and with wonderful presence of
mind she screamed for help, and then
tainted away, and ploughed headlopg
into his stomach. Fortunately, the
! blow deprived him of speech, else 5he
8 might have said something that he
would eyer regretted, and before he
could regain his. senses, Mrs. 0oney
dashed in and removed the grief
stricken wife. But it required
blacksmith to cut Coville loose. He
is again back in bed, with his mutt
lated fingers resting on pillows, and
there he lays all day concocting new
r forms of death for the inventor of
that chair, and hopes nothing will
happen to his son until he can get well
enough to administer it himself,