The Pulaski citizen. [volume] (Pulaski, Tenn.) 1866-current, 1874-08-27

her pocket for lozenge, and Ben said
to Phil, laughing:
Sc 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 MIN by the Shout
der, crying OUT
"My teeth are gone, my teeth are
gone 20
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
What what what p
Stop the cars 70 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 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 it
was of no use she kept grooming.
Sc Ny teeth are gone -
It apGs too bad, 1 declare. And then
Miss Hit explained to the boys that
they were only temporary, $50 1 should
think y and had been growing loose,
and she had intended all along to ger a
permanent set as soon as they reached
Boston so it wasn't so much matter,
after all.
81 won't go to Niagara; I'll switch
off and leave you I won't be seen
looking so cried the toothless Miss
| Shotweli, knocking herself about at
such q 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. Z fsaT
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
! 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 fulling-mill.
Thsy were all ready to pity her, only
she was fractions, and mumbled and
grumbled like a crazy old granny, and
made Miss Fannie take her meals up
stairs to her room, as if she had been 6
black slave.
Phil was cured completely. He
dropped from the clouds slap dash. and
came down so hard that it stunned hin
a little. I guess he had to conjugatt
Latin some time before he felt natural
It was great fun for Ben, and I sup.
pose he won't stop teasing that boy t.
the end of time. I thought I'd have
my little fling, too so 1 said to him to
day, as innocent as Mary's lamb,
'By the way, Phil, vino was it yoI
and Ben travelled with last summer p
'fA couple of Yankee school-ma' ans,
says Phil, and began to whistle.
go; I took it, from what Ben said
that they were sharpshooters for un
derstand him one of them Shot aOelI
but didn't Hit, because something
happened about that time to the-wha
do you call the bullet-end of the gun
the n1olttl6-3Oiece, think. {"