The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1874-08-21
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I dig WIS SuCH = gushing IbB1o GulQA
you know Never stopped to thin
there was anybody else IN the car bu
their party, and struck, ''AEe I lo'
DEAR" with the very top notes of he
throat Everybody sat stock still an,
listened, as If nightingale had flow
In and was giving a solo.
/ Bat all IN a second, just as the las
strain was dying away, Miss Ann wa
seized with a violent fit of coughing
! The evening air was probably damp
and tickled her throat, for she had let II
barrels and barrels of it, opening hel
mouth so wide. At any rate, she
| coughed so bard that she had to put
/ her head out of the window to prevent
| strangulation. Little Miss HIT felt IN
her pocket for a lozenge, and Ben said
to Phil, laughing: ---...-
&C You'd better pat her on the back. .
But It was over in half a minute, and
Phil was just 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
gone ?''
Phil jumped as if he was shot from a
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 a spear of herds grass,
and uncle Nathan kernel of corn; but
the idea of coughing out your teeth-or
your tongue rs. ...- ....-.....
What what what I"
g Stop the cars % cried she.
And mp 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
ssandL-heap or ground into a 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.
s My teeth are gone -
1t 2cGs too bad, I declare. And then
Miss Hit explained to the bows that
they were only temporary, $50 [ should
think D 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 50 much matter,
after all. ars
L won't go to Niagara I'll switch
off and leave you [ won't be seen
looking SO !" cried the toothless Miss
Shotwell, knOcking herself about at
such rate that her hat collapsed, and
her hair came of, and she was the pic
ture OF an Irish woman recovering from
drunken fight. Five minutes ago she
had been 6 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 1t up for the rest of the Journey
without clapping her handkerchief to
her mouth. She didn't ATTEMPT anv
more of her bewitching smiles or her
operate songs, I can tell you. She lost
her opinion of the moon, and didn't
take any more notice of Niagara Falls
than she would of fulliDg-milI.
They were all ready to pity her, only
she was fractions, 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 a
black slave.
Phil was cured completely. He
dropped from the clouds sIap-dasI. and
came down so hard that it stunned him
a little. I guess he had to eoniugate
Latin some time before he felt natural.
1t was great fun for Ben, and I sup
pose he won't stop teasing that boy TO
the end of time. / thought I'd have
my little fling, too so said to him to-
day, as innocent as Mary's lamb,
g By the way, Phil, who was it you
and Ben travelled with last summer ?'
"a couple of Yankee sehool-ma'ams, ="
says Phil, and began to whistle.
''O O; 1 took it, from what Ben said.
that they were sharpshooters for I un-
derstand him one of them Shot e0eL.
but didn't Hit, because something
happened about that time to the-what
do you call the bullet-end of the gun? d?
the D1O1fth-0iece, think"