Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1876-11-30

his gun to his shoulder. Without any
thought, but quick as lightning. |
dropped upon my face, and the bullet
went over my head, missing me b.;
the narrowest chance Of my life.
But before l could get upon my feet
the savage was upon me. He had a
knife and hadn t, so you see matters
looked rather dark for me. AS he
raised it to strike, caught his wrist
and held it, and by Il sudden wrench,
managed so to loosen his grasp that
it fell to the ground.
| was pretty powerful, and under
stood wrestling better than he did !;
so | turned him before he knew any
thing about it and tlen caught after
the knife but the willy dog was to
quick for me, and caught my wrist
exactly as | had done to him. He
held it with a grip like vice, but |
managed to free it and We 10th began
a struggle.
Well, sir, in spite Of all that | could
do, the dusky scoundrel got it in his
hand again, Just as ! doubled my fist
and struck him in the face, in the
hope of stunning him enough to give
me a better chance.
He was the toughest customer |
ever grappled with for my blow
didn't seem to produce any more ef-
feet than if | had struck white oak
stump, and the next moment he gave
me thrust in the side with the knife,
which | was sure was the finishing
blow. Feeling myself growing weak
an faint, looscned my holl, and he
threw me off and began rising to his
feet, with the intention Of killing and
scaIping me in his most approved
lyle.
A minute later, and it would have
been all over, when there WAS a rush
of some swift body. and the lnjin was
hurled violently back ward, with the
massive jaws OF Rolo furiously closed
in his throat. OF course, | went to
the dogs assistance, anG between him
and it took but short time to put
the Indian out Of danger Of doing us
any harm.
My hurt had been more imaginary
than real, the thickness of my coat
preventing much more than the point
entering my side but such as it was,
| carry the scar to this day, and can
never forget the service done me by
the opportune arrival of the respected
grandfather Of the dog dyzing at my
feet.
KEEPING HIS WoRp.-A long
wasted lady, having seductive
smile and winning ways. called upon
Detroit shoemaker the other day,
to coavince him that he needed Il
metal hair, brush--a novelty just out,
and in the hands of canvassers. After
she had put in about five minutes
talk he uncovered his bald head and
asked
"Whcre is there anything to brush
with it?'
Then your wife could use it p she
said.
My wife is dead. poor soul
Then your daughters
Il have no daughters, and the only
son | have went crazy from brushing
his hair too much.
4 believe this brush would help a
new growth Of hair on your scalp,
she said, unwilling to let him off.
Don't want any HAIR there he re-
piled. I was never so happy as since
I became bal1.headed.
Well, don't you ever brush your
scalp?' ,
Never. l have it sand-papered
four times a year, and the rest OF the
time it must get along the best it
can
I am in great need Of money, she
remarked, as she looked around the
shop. :,
SO am I, he replied, as he pegged
away. L haven seen but three dol
lars the last two weeks.
1T would almost be an act of char
ity to buy of me, she pleaded.
4 never give to charity, madam. |
haven't given shilling to any one or
to any object for the last thirty-hve
years.
Your second wife might want the
brush.
I shall never marry again. l hate
all women.
Then you don't think you could
use it she asked as she rose up.
Yes. | could take it and brush
my dogs ears clean back to his tail,
and brush his tail clear over his nose,
or | could make it over into a snow
shovel or sell it to some sawmill, or
repair my wheelbarrow with it, but |
said no and | shall stick to it. I'm
bald-headed, ugly tempered, sinful,
and desperate, but pride
myself on keeping my word and,
madam, if metal hair brushes, and
BALD headed men, and female agents
we're as thick as buttons on girls
lress, my thunderous voice would
till cry, 'N-o-u-g-h-noF
A St. Louis man ran six blocks after