The People's vindicator. [volume] (Natchitoches, La.) 1874-1883, 1875-02-06
The Boy with a Boil.

curtain of the past, and see if h,
couldn't remember Of sitting down 0,
a nail. "
lie was little worried for fear h,
was to be attacked with cerebro spi-
nal meningitis or a paraIytic stroke
but Emory Pathfinder, the bov of the
corner grocery, secuted the idea.
''No, SIR he remarked, as he 1us.
tea out from behind the herring box
tits 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 q hundred stories ahout b:les-
b!les which had afflicted kings, Queens
emperors, Congressman, aldermen
actors, and polcemcn-blg biles and
small.
The next morning Jackson cot out
OF bed feeling that lie had a boil.
There was no longer any doubt about
it.
He undertook to sit on the sdge of
the bed, and draw his pants on, but
ne didn't sit there mere than !. Sc
cond. He got up and kicked over a
chair, and said that u woman as old
az 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 corner of the
washstand, and he made q clear
jump Of six feet seven inches, and
turned around to see who struck him,
lie finally walked very carefully
down stairs, sat down on the edge of
the sofa until breakfast was ready.
and then got a pillow to pnt on his
chair. His stern old father elevated
his eyebrows yard or so, laid down
his knife, and says he:
jackson Delaney, what in thun-
der do you mean 2"
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 pro.
ductiye Of boils, and he had been
stealing walnnts from the garnet all
Summer. Prudence and discretion.
therefore, warned him to say nothing
about that boil.
jackson Delaney, why in the
name of General Zaclarah Taylor
don't You sit up straight in your chair,
aud eat your breakfast ~ roarel the
Puritan father, as he saw his sons
position, and Jackson sat over on the
other hip, and began telling about a
cave in sewer in order to occupy
the old mans mind with other aud
Dobler thoughts.
When breakfast was over lie wand
cred cut. He did't feel like sporting
around, and he lay down under an
appie-trce, and tried to calculate
whether it was seven days, seven
weeks, or seven months before boils
came to head.
fIe 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 leaped
up, and as he tenderly rubbed that
boil he said he'd be shot to death
with peach stones if he didn't nut a |
pound Of powder under that tree be-
fore he slept. @
Then he heard the fire-bell rino
and lie busted down to box sixteen
forgetting all about his boil until q
fireman showed him against a tree
box. He didn't care then whether the
house burned up or not.
He went over and leaned against a
store, but they threw water on him.
and he wendell his, melancholy way
to his fathers house, crept up stairs.
sat down on his leg, and went to
reading a dime novel. a" u
He wondered if Big Foot Wallace.
or Buffalo Bill, or Captain Jack ever
had boils, aud it made him shudder
to think of crawling into a cave to-
escape the Indians. and hitting his |,
boil Oh a Jagged rock as he went in. /
When supper was ready, he stood
before his father, and told him that
all other boys Of his age stood up to
eat. and he'd like to try it for q week.
and see how it seemed.
"Stand up to eat " tlundered the
old man, as he looked wildly around
for a weapon ''sid down, sir, Or I'll
make you think Vesuvius is having
another eruption!" a,
Little did they know that boys
feelings as he sat down, and no sur.
VeyOr could have measured his relief
Is he got up fren the table.
The next day was Sunday, and he
vas sent to Suaday.schoel. He knew
&c couldn't sid down, and he ran
way; and went to Wipdror, but
lid't take much comfort, as a hack |,
an against his boil aud the chief of
police threatened to lock him up for
houtiDg "Murder y when there was ,
10 murder.
The boil hast headed yet. It won't
or three days to come, and will be
ender for two weeks. There is no
oy in this world for Jackson Delan-
y. His mother thinks he has chills .
md fever, and she has found him ".
pg on his face so often that she ia ,
'frald they are going to lose him., .
Ihe, old man has got a trash,ng laid |
~ for him for running away from I,