Macon beacon. [volume] (Macon, Miss.) 1859-1995, 1874-08-22

She was such a gushing little thing
you know? Never stopped to think
there was anybody else in the car but
their party, and struck, "Are 1 loe
dear" with the very top notes of her
throat. Everybody sat stock still and
listened, as if nightingale had flown
in and was giving a solo.
But ali in second, just as the last
strain was dying away, Miss Ann was
seized with a violent fit of coughing.
The evening air was probably damp,
and tickled her throat, for che had let in
barrels and barrels of it, opening her
mouth so wide. At any rate, she
coughed so hard that she had to put
her head out of the window to prevent
strangulatioD. Little Miss Hit felt in
her pocket for lozenge, aud Ben said
to Phil, laughing:
You'd better pat her on the back.
But it was over in half a minute, and
Phil was inst settling himself comforta-
bly,, when she drew in her head from the
window, and seized him by the shoul-
der crying out
My teeth are gone, my teeth are
gomez"
Phil jumped as if lie was shot from
catapult, if you know what that is. He
hadn't the faintest idea what she meant.
He had heard of Johnny Monroe's
coughing up spear OF herds grass,
and nncle Nathan kernel Of corn; but
the idea of coughing ont your teeth-or
your tongue
"What what what p
Stop the cars |" cried she
And up sprang dear old Phil, and
made dash at the conductor. But
Ben caught him and held him back.
for what was the use of stopping the
train, when it was a lightning express,
and your teeth dozen miles back Of
your mouth by this time, rolled in a
sand-heap or ground into tooth.pow-
der
The bewildered ancient was half fran
tic, and said she ShOuld die, she should
on the spot. She didn't though. Folks
don't very often.
Miss Hit tried to soothe her, but il
was of no use she kept groaning.
wy bCCtil dIC ROu0
1t WaS too bad, ] declare. And then
Miss Hit explained to the boys that
they were only temporary, $50 / should
think , and had been growing loose,
and she had intended all along to get a
permanent set as soon as they reached
Boston so it wasn't so much matter,
after all.
l." l won't go to Niagara; I'll switch
off and leave you l won't be seen
looking so " cried the toothless Miss
Shotwell, knocking herself about at
such a rate that her hat collapsed, and
her hair came off, and she was the pic.
ture of an Irish woman recovering from
a drunken fight. Five minutes ago she
had been "the mirror of virtue and the
rose of delight" No wonder Phil
stared.
AS soon as she came to her senses she
borrowed Miss Hits veil, and never
took it up for the rest of the journey
without clapping her handkerchief to !
her mouth. She didn't attempt any
more of her bewitching smiles or her
operatic songs, can tell you. She lost |
her opinion of the moon, and didn't |
take any more notice OF Niagara Falls |
than she would of fulling-mill.
They were all ready to pity her, only
she was fractious, and mumbled and
grumbled like crazy old granny, and
made Miss Fannie take her meals up
stairs to her room, as if she had been
black slave.
Phil was cured completely. He
dropped from the clouds slap-dash, and |
came down so hard that it stunned him
a little. guess he had to conjugate
Latin some time before he felt natural.
1t was great fun for Ben, and l sup
pose he won't stop teasing that boy to
the end of time. 1 thought I'd have
my little fling, too; so 1 said to him to-
day, as innocent as Marys lamb,
"By the way, Phil, who was it you
and Ben travelled with last summer %
"a couple of Yankee school. ma ans"
says Phil, and began to whistle.
60; took it, from what Ben said,
that they were sharpshooters for 1 I'M
derstand him one of them Shot wcH,
but didn't Hit, because something
happened about that time to the-what !
do you call the bullet.end of the gun?
the mouth-piece, I think"