The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1874-10-02
Jackson Delancy's Boil-A Funny story
for the Boys.

for the Boys.
He had felt an irritation around there
for two or three days. Some of the
boys said that it might be wood-tick,
and others asked him to lift the cur
tain of the past and see if he couldn't
remember of sitting down on a nail.
He was little worried for fear that he
was to be attacked with cerebro spinal
meningitis or a paralytic stroke, but
Emory Pathfinder, the boy at the cor
ner grocery, secuted the idea.
"No sir" ne remarked, as he busted
out from behind the herring box, "it's
my opinyun that yer goin' to have a
bile :"
And he added that, if he only had
time, he could sit down and tell Jack
son a hundred stories about biles-
which had afflicted Kings, Queens,
Emperors, Congressman, Aldermen,
actors and policemen-big biles and
small.
The next morning Jackson got out of
bed feeling that he had boil. There
was no longer any doubt about it. He
undertook to sit on the edge of the bed
and draw his pants on, but he didn't sit
there more than second. de got up
and kicked over chair, and said that
woman as old as his mother ought to
know more than to stick pins in his
bed. In bending over to pull on his
boot he struck against the washstand,
and he made a clear lump of six feet
seven inches, and turned around to see
who struck him. He finally walked
ot,-l1 " -. L
the edge Of the sofa until breakfast was
ready, and then got pillow to put on
his chair His stern old father elevated
his eyebrows yard or so, laid down
his knife, and says he:
Jackson Delaney, what in thunder
do you mean ?"
Jackson slid the pillow back and sat
down on his hip and tried to smile. His
father had told him months before that
walnuts were productive of boils, and
he had been stealing walnuts from the
garrett all summer. Prudence and dis
erection, therefore, warned him to say
nothing about that boil.
jackson Delaney, why in the name
Of General Zachariah Taylor don't you
sit up straight in your chair and eat
your brea kfast?' roared the Puritan
father, as he saw his sons position, and
Jackson sat over on the other hip and
began telling about a cave in a sewer in
order to occupy the old mans mind
with other and nobler thoughts.
When breakfast was over he wander
ed out. He didn't feel like sporting
around, and he lay down under an apple
tree and tried to calculate whether it
u
months before boils came TO head. He
was reposing there when the wind shook
down an apple. 1t ought to have hit
him on the head, if at all, but it didn't;
it struck that boil. Jackson uttered a
yell and Ieaped up, and as he tenderly
rubbed the boil he said he'd be shot to
death with peach stones if he didn't
put pound of powder under that tree
before he slept.
Then he heard the fre-bell ring, and
he busted down to box sixteen, forget
ting all about his boil until fireman
showed him against tree-box. He
didn't care whether the house burned
up or not. He went over and leaned
against store, but they threw water on
him, and he wended his melancholy way
to his fathers house, crept up stairs,
sat down on his leg and went to reading
dime novel; He wondered if Big Foot
Wallace, or Buffalo Bill, or Capt Jack
ever had boils, and it made him shud-
der to think of crawling into cave to
escape the Indians and hitting his boil
on jugged rock as he went in.
When supper was ready he stood be-
fore his father and told him that all
other boys of his age stood up to eat,
and he'd like to try it for week and
see how it seemed.
"Stand up to eat !" Numbered the
old man, as he looked wildly around for
a weapons down, sir, or I'll make
you think vesuvius is having another
eruption ~
Little did they know that boys feel
ings as he sat down, and no surveyor
could have measured his relief as he got
up from the table.
The next day was Sunday. and he was
sent to Sunday. school. He knew he
couldn't sit down, and he ran away and
went to Windsor, but didn't take much
comfort, as hack ran against his boil
and the Chief of Police threatened to
lock him up for shouting "murder !"
when there was no murder.
The boil hasn't headed yet. 1t won't
for three days to come, and it will be
tender for two weeks. There is no Joy
in this world for jackson Delaney.
His mother thinks he has chills and
fever, and she has found him lying on
his face so often that she is afraid they
are going to lose him. The old man
has got thrashing laid up for him fer
running away from Sunday and
there were never 80 many fires and
and baseball matches as since that boil
kept that sad boy in the house. He was
down at the gate as our reporter passed
last night, and when he was asked if
a cent would be any inducement
for him to turn handspring he shiv.
cred all over and his hair stood up at
the bare thought of turing hand
spring with that boil on him.-Detroit
Free Press.
Paying Him Back.
Here comes letter giving q true
incident that baDpened fba otbar doy