Gold Hill daily news. [volume] (Gold Hill, N.T. [Nev.]) 1863-1882, 1874-09-23
Poor coville Again.


Sincs the unfortunate accident to Mr..
Coyills while on the roof counting the
shingles, he has been obliged to keep
pretty Gloss to tho house. Last Wednes-
day he went out into the yard for the
first time, and ON Friday Mrs. Coyills
got him an easy chair which proved q
great comfort 10 him. II is ono OF those
chairs that can bs moved by the oc-
cupant, TO form almost any position, by
means Of ratehsts. Mr.. Coyille was
very much pleased with the nsw con-
triyance. and the first afternoon did
nothing but sit and use Il in all ways.
He said such chair as that did more
good in this world than a hundred ser
mons. lie had II in his room. the front
bedroom up stairs, and there he would
sit and look out Of the window, and en-
Joy himself as much a. man can. whose
legs have been ventilated with shot.
Monday afternoon he got in the chair
as usual. Mrs. Coville was ont in the
backyard hanging up clothes, and the
son was across the street drawing a lath
along picket fence. Sitting down he
graspsd the sides oi the chair with both
hands, Ia settle il back. whsn the whole
thing gave way, and Mr.. Coville came
violently TO the floor. For an instant
the unfortunate gentleman was bsnumb-
cd by the suddennsss Of the shock. but
the nsxt he was aroused by an acute pain
in each arm, and the great drops Of
sweat oozed from hi. forehead when he
found that the little finger Of each hand
had caught in the ratchsts, and were as
firmly held as II in viss.
There he lay on his back. with ths snd
Of a round sticking in his side and both
hands perfectly powsrless. The least
move Of his body aggravated the pain
which was chasing up hi. arms. Ho
screamed for help. but Mrs. Coyille was
in the back yard telling Mrs. Consy.
next door. that she didn't know what
Coyills would DO without that chair. and
10 she didn't hear him. lie pounded
the floor with his stockingsd feet, but
the younger Coyille was still drawing
emotion from that fence across the way,
and all other sounds were rapidly sink
ing into insigpifcanes. Besides, Mr..
Coville's legs were not sufficiently rscoV-
cred from the late accident to permit
their being prohtably used as mallets.
How he did despiss that offspring, and
how fsrvently he did wish that the owner
Of that fence would light ON that boy
and reduce him to powder. Then he
screamed again, and howlcd, and shouted
"Marial" But there was no response.
What IL ho should die therO alone, and
in that awful shspei The psrpiration
started afrssh. and the pain in his arms
assumed an awful magnitude. Again he
shrieked "Maria! but the matinee
across the way only grow in volume, and
the unconscious wife hal gone into Mrs
Coney's and was trying on that ladys
redingote, ..-.......
Then he prayed. and howlsd, and
coughsd, and swore, and then apolosized
for Il, and howlsd again. and screamed
at the top OF his voice the awfullsst
things he would do to that boy II heaven
would only spare him and show him an
axe. Then he opened his mouth for one
final shrek. when ths chamber door
opened and Mrs. CovillO appeared with
smile ON her face and Mrs. Consy's
rsdingots ON her back. In one glance
she saw that somsthing awful had hap
psnsd to Joseph. and with wonderful
presence Of mind she screamed for help,
and thsn tainted away and plunged head
long into his stomach. Fortunately tbs
blow deprived him OF speech. else he
might have said somsthing that he would
have regretted. and before be could re-
gain his senses, Mrs. Consy dashed in
aud removed the grisf-striksn wife. But
II required blacksmith TO cut Coville
loose. lie IL again back in bed with his
mutilated fingers resting ON pillows, and
thsre he lays all day coReocting new
forms Of death for ,hs inysntsr Of that
chair, and hoping nothing will happen
10 his son until he can get well enough
70 administer II himself.