American citizen. [volume] (Canton, Miss.) 1864-1890, 1873-05-03
Miscellany.
WHAT CAME OF A COLD IN THE
HEAD.

mustard PoULTIcEsr said Mrs. Ora
ham, noading her head oracularly, land
plenty Of Irish moss tea. They'll be sure
to set you right after a while. Bless me
a cold in the head is nothing serious.
Everybody has 'em nowadays. l sup
pose it's the changeable weather and the
fall rains"
"Oh, do" answered MIR. Alexander Ora
ham, with catarrhal sarcasm, "a gold id
the head is dothig. Red dose, head full of
buzzing doises, bahogady -golored face,
paid id your bodies, like SO badly dives adj
scissors-its dothig at allr'
Helen Graham laughed in spite of her
self
How funny your voice does sound,
Aleckr' she cried, gaily. But never
mind; if we nurse you up well you'll be
all right before Isabel Tracey's ball. But
/ wouldn't have her see you now for any
thing. Let me see-what had better do?"
and she laid one rosy finger meditatively
on her forehead. "Oh, I'll just sit down
and write little note to tell her that you
will not arrive before next week. That is
the wisest policy. And you would like me
90 send word to Leonard Appleton that
you are here?'
"Dear old Leodardr' cried our hero,
with as much enthusiasm as his influenza
had left him. THE best ad doblest fel-
low id the worldi OF course 1 wad to see
Leodard. He'd CODE to me, if had shall
pox, do believer
"And now, before 1 go out" said his
sister-inlaw, cOaxingly, you'll just let
easy chair. Dear papa, how fortunate
that he should chance to be out of town
Just now for a week. You can settle
down into his nook, so costly, you see.
And here's his nice wadded dressing
gOwn-a little long in the skirts for you,
to be sure, but that's no matter-and his
nice black velvet skull-cap, to keep your
ears warm, and protect the back of your
head from anything like draft, and tin
tub full of steaming hot water for your
feet. That's right, Betsey," to the maid who
had brought in the last named article of
modern luxury: Mr.. Graham will ring
when he wishes you to take it away again.
Now, Alex, don't be obstinate. A hot
bath is the best thing in the world for the
feet when one is suffering from a cold in
the head. Keep the extremities warm and
the trunk will take care of itself, DIR. Blue
pill always says. That's dear fellow"
as the spiritless victim hclplessly submit
ted to being denuded of boots and hose.
Yes, yes; know the water is pretty hot.'
in response to a subdued howl; but you
can put your feet in it by degrees. I shall
be gone only an hour, and when come
back will bring the dried catnip, and
fresh mustard, and the potash lozenges.
and, oh, ever so many nice things for
your
Il abobidate bustard blasters, adj dode
like potash loZedgeszr' groaned poor
Aleck Graham.
"Oh, that's all nonsenser, said Helen.
briskly, as one might check querulous
child Now. be good and quiet there's
a darling, and you shall have chicken
broth, and port wine-with an egg beaten
up in it-for your lunch, when l come
back,'
And Helen trfpped briskly away. leav-
ing her miserable brother -in-law enwrap-
ped, as it were, in vaporous halo of
palm leaf patterned dressing gown, boiling
steam and a black velvet skuII-cap
al suppose this is the way shall, look
when get to be an old man." tn ought
AIeck, as he caught glimpse of himself
in a mirror opposite. III don't think
should know myself if it wasn't for the
onyx-seal ring on the little finger of my
left hand. Oh, dear, i wonder how long
this maddening state of things is to last?
Phew! how hot the water is, Am a
lobster, to be boiled alives" and he with
drew his toes with hot haste from the sur
face of the steaming water, posing them,
like the claws of n bird, on the edge of
the tub Miss Tracy's ball indeed, A
pretty subject look like for BALI /
wonder if she is so pretty after all And
Helen has faithfully kept the secret of my
moneyed expectations from her, so ! shall
have the satisfaction of at least knowing
that she is no fortune hunter, and"
Here Mr. Grahams meditations ended
in brace of prodigious sneezes.
THE top of my head is safe" he
thought, rather obviously, feeling of the
crested tassel of. the black velvet skull
cap. Il idn't know but that it had blown
off, Con found this thing that keeps get
ting over my eyebrows, as if | were going
to play at blind mans buff Helen's re
spected papa must have had head the
size of Giant Blunderborc's, And-'CObe
idr'
The last words were hurled in the direc-