The Weston Democrat. [volume] (Weston, W. Va.) 1875-current, 1876-01-17

moonlight. It's the most extraordinary
case Of instinct l ever heard Of"
He sauntered along slowly in deel
thought, and nearly walked over his owr
little boy, who stood right in front ol
him with arms stretched out to be car
ried,
"Why, Harry, my little man, you
shouldn't be SO far from home at this
time OF the morning. But, why, you,
face is like chalk ; what's tho matter 2
Harry, with child's acute perception
and reteutive memory, associated white
face with the castor oil bottle, and hay.
ing holy horror Of that fluid, replied
innocently:
-" Nozzin, papa. s''-''
"Ah, nothingl Well, run home to
mamma! Most peculiar, that, amt It'll
Now, when I was young un and had q
face like that boy, I had bellyache and
went for the medicine bottle, and goi
over it. But he's got nothing the mat
ter with him."
Be pursued his way with head bent
down in deep thought, until loud,
ringing, boyish laugh brought him tc
himself. z a
"Hal there's one OF the boys. Tothei
won't DO far off, l guess, and they're
suro to be playing some little game. Hi,
Tom, what are ye up tot" ~. ,f
Tom, q graceless young Giles, the
mischief-maker of the district, pretend
ed not to hear this father's shout, and
seemed anxious to sneak of; but a
second call made him halt md turn
round. ~ -- '-
.s"What are you mp to, Isaya"
Nothing, papa. I wasn't doing
anything" =
"Well, il this wouldn't try the pa
tience Of. Job. I begin to think its q
putup job among them all. Nothing
everlastingly; nothing but nothing
everywhere. 1t looked like n joke OF
first, but n joke played too often"-
The worthy man had heard q loud
Gathering, and his favorite terrier
sprnng suddenly through gateway in
front OF him withan old coffee pot tied 10
his tail. The farmt shouted, and tore
down the road, and the more he shouted
the faster ran the dog, lus novel ap'
pendage dashing every now and again
against some obstruction and setting
him of at still swifter speed. Breath.
less ald gasping, Giles met and stopped
man round q turn IN the road.
Did You see dog with u coiiee poi
ut his tail r.
The man laughed as he realized tue
predlcament OF both dog and owner, ana
replied:
No, amt met notnlh,
It was too much. He had 1t at the up
OF his tongue to send the man and all te
met to perditlon,, but possibly remem'
bering that he himself would De io'
volved, he simply giared upon him IN
silence. The man was the first TO turn
and walk away, wondering whether a
mau mnn was chaslng mau dog:
"It nd be a rare hunt. And how he
looked with his red eyes and tongue
louin' out. Ef the dog 3 as iar gone as
he is, tharll be mischief. r..
Meantime the farmer sat down to ru'
inmate md cool oil. His mind was in a
turmoil, and his blood was boiling. He
was not Indicted to bad language, but
now, though he struggled hard to keep
it down, his mind and heart were full Of
it, and It would, in spite Of him, hiss
through his closed teeth like steam ont
of Kettle at tho boil: He OWNED nj.
most instinctively what had passed
through the strangers mind, aud i'll
view Of his experiences Of the morning,
it seemed perfectly inexcusable. But
he consoled himself. ,
"Hes some idiot out OF an asylum.
Look'ee here, Sol Giles, il that dog and
coffee pot amt tlyin' down the roAd like
sixty, yon'l cat EN- for dinner. II they
are, then, accordin' to this fool, you're
rs bad rs the rest Of 'em, for you're
chasin' nothing. Guess you'd better go
home"
ITe took refuge there, and finding the
wife of his bosom bustling about tho
house, and feclingmoody and depressed,
and confident in her sanity, he asked
her what was for dinner.
He liked a good dinner, and looked
to it for comfort.
"Oh, nothing in particular.
"Served with sauce, suppose"
Mrs Giles looked in amaze and won.
lerment after her husband rs he banged
the door behind him, aud heard him go
up stairs and fling himself on the bed,
which creakcd under lis weight.
".In some OF his tantrums, guess. l
wonder what ails him. He mint used
to lying down in the daytime.
And she anxiously followed him to
make inquiries.
"what's the matter, Soli"
"Oh, hang it NIL, nothing, madam,
nothing. Ny dinner don't agree with
l. tl,nIt., Ill ~