The Albany register. [volume] (Albany, Or.) 1868-18??, 1875-01-29
aIaggte,s Toothache.

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AIaggie's Toothache.
Maggie Morton was q very fine little
girl if she aOGs tomboy. She could
ride any horse" ESQ she said, bat her
experience had been limited thus far to
a couple of aged specimens who plowed
corn for a iving), rake hay, hoe corn,
fish, "pull off shoots"-which. trans
lated, meant firing off her brother Har-
ry's gun-and sundry other accomplish
ments we have not space here to men
tion. But you never heard this little
lass boast of work indoors. Indeed no.
She lived in the open air great por-
tion of the time, and it could not be ex-
pected of her that she should take care
of Dame Nature and her mother, too.
So she ran wild, and was healthy and
happy.
Now, with all her health and good
nature, Maggie had one fault. She
told very large stories, and was apt to
and this sketch is to explain how this
little g1rl was tripped up completely by
a rope of her own stretching.
One fine spring morning her uncle
Amos stopped as he was passing the
house, and called to Maggie, who was
very busily engaged in building mini
ature leaning tower out of brick-so
much of a leaning one, in fact, that it
managed to fall over when it got half
the required height. She heard the
call, and in a flash was standing by the
side of the carriage in which her rela-
tive was seated.
GA present for you, Maggie" he said,
as he dropped wee black puppy into
her apron, which she had instinctively
held out after hearing the first two
words.
"Oh, thank you, uncle. What good
one he is, isn't he I? I expect he will
grow up to watch me and bite folks !;
don't you think he w1ll2"
ST hope not" replied her uncle, as
he drove away. ST expect to make q
few calls during the year myself and
if he is ungrateful enough to bite one
who saved him from drowning, I shall
be sorry for my efforts in his behalf.
Maggie wended her way toward the
house in silent contemplation of the an
imal that scrambled around in her
apron, now and then giving vent to a
spitefu1 yell in finding himself in such
close quarters.
"Oh. mamma, she cried, ON entering
the house, "just look herei Such .
real. blessed little puppy He's mine.
Uncle Amos gave him to me. Hear him
scream for milk. Please will you skim
a mess, SO he may quit and wag his
| tail %
/" Not now, DEAR" replied the COM
posed mother, as she opened the oven
door and Withdrew a loaf of snowy
bread. ST will see to him by and by.
It is time for you to get ready for
school. John and Harry have already
| gone"
The tears sprang into Maggie's eyes.
Not even one minute left wherein to
enjoy the companionship of her beau
tiful pet. She abruptly left the room.
After some ten minutes had passed, her
mother stepped to the door and called
her. No answer. She called again.
Then faint voice:
"I don't bT'eve can go to school
to-day. ma"
GIVE got the toothache, oh, ever SO
bad.
s'How long have you had it?"
go, a good long while but it caroe
on harder since"
ssSince the dog came, I suppose r.
added her mother.
"No, it wasn't the puppy did it. II
just came on.
Now it SO CHANGED that Mr.. Clinton,
the teacher, had called at the house
the evening before, and conhded &c
!
inc and delightful surprise for the
whole school. Mr.. Gibson, the owner
, of q beautiful place near by, had in
I vited him to bring his whole school OF
the following day for a good twelve
hours recreation - strawberries and
cream in abundance, and good tim
, generally. MIR. Clinton also stated tina
, this gentleman had kindly furnishes
, boats-he lived across beautiful rive
!, that ran by the eschool-house-ando oars
men beside. $50 I shall merely cal
the school to ORDER" he added, '.ant
| after telling them where we are going
pack them off for my friend says b
wants to greet them in their every-da
school garb-not dressed up for the oc
casion."
OF course Mr.. and Mrs. Mortol
promised to keep all this to themselves
but they both had enjoyed in anticipa
| ton the store of genuine pleasure TO
their three children. But here wa
! Maggie with made-up toothache, ask
ing to remain at home, utterly ignoran
of the sacrifice she was making. Witt
| a half sigh her mother assented to he
, staying, with the added inquiry as x
which particular tooth it was tina
troubled her. !,
"Don't know" replied the iStle cul
prit. trying to cry, 81 bTeve it's all o.
"Come here, then. shall rub pain
killer around each tooth.
saOh no. ma" exclaimed the youthful
invalid, suddenly alive to the danger
Of having the toothache all around
Y .. I guess it's only little front one
!: Don't put it ON any but the 'front.' one
. please. and I will get over it real soon.
{ Mrs. Morton always did as she said
o however. She rubbed the preparation
: generously throughout the sufferer
= mouth, and, doing her face mp IN re
!, flannel. bade her stay indoors, on pal
: of severe punishment, and left her
8 her own reflections.
n Noon came. Maggie had played wit
d her puppy to her hearts content, an
: was tired of him. So, with her nos
e pressed flat against the window-pan,
She watched for her brothers. But the
came not. Two, three, four o'clocl
n and still no Harry, no John. Pos
) Maggie was almost beside herself wit
= anxiety by this time, and could d,
II help wondering at the calm demean.