The Newtown bee., 1879-01-14
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Sanscript Recalls RecollectiOns thnt are Likely to Stick In Ills Memory for Some Time 10 Come.

Likely to stick In Ills Memory for Some
 Time 10 Come.
 The boys were coasting down Syca- more street hill last evening, when John Sanscript and his wife came along. They had been up on Baltimore street visit ing, and were on their way home. "Just see them boys, now" said John, as he braced up at the intersection of Mulberry street. sfIt really reminds me of the days when was lad. Do you know, Jane, that I used to coast down hill on sled that way?
 :" Did you, John p
 "Why, yes; but that's fifty years ago P
 Sanscript scratched his head contem- plativeiy. and then muttered, sotto Uoce, Blame me, if I don't try it l"
 "Try what, dear2" anxiously asked Mrs. 8.
 I'm going to coast, just once, to re- vive recollections of fifty years ago."
 Now, John, if were you "-
 But you are not me, so don't inter- fere. Here, sonny (to lad just puffed up the hill with his sled); here, sonny, I'll give you a quarter to let me slide down on your sled once."
 The bargain was eagerly nailed and clinched.
 (" Be keerful, old man," urged the boy, as Sanscript squatted rather awk- wardly on the sled; ssbe keerful, say, and don't let her funk one way or t'other till she brings up, or you'll git mashed"
 Never mind, younker," assured John; "I've been here afore-some years afore, but "-
 But what will never be known, for just then the sled, of it's own accord, started down hill, and even John him. self has not since been able to recall what he was about to observe. The sur prise at the sled's unexpected move ment was general.
 Look put" yelled the boy.
 "Oh, John," screamed Mrs. San- script.
 "Whoa, there l" yelled John. But the sled wouldn't whoa. It seem- ed to have set off down that hill to beat it's best time. John had chance only to clutch hold of both sides and hold his breath for fear the wind would blow off the top of his head. The only thought he had time to foster was that the boy must have greased the sled's runners as practical joke And if this was coast ing, he had never coasted, if his recol- lection served him right.
 Two-thirds the way down the hill the sled struck an ice hummock, and immediately his course was changed to a parabolic curve.
 Whack bang crash clink 1 The bringing up was awfully sudden and uncertain. Sanscript and the sled disappeared as abruptly as a shooting star. The latter lay shivered to atoms against lamp-post, and Sanscript lay J shiyering in the oracery cellar inst op- l posite. When the off-runner of the sled collided with the lamp-post and stopped | the vehicle, Sanscript rose like circus leaper and went right on turning twenty | somersaults to the second. He went through the grocery window as the | circus leaper goes through paper hoop. All the gingerbread horses and candy apples and other ]uxuries were disarranged, of corrse. The rubbery | part of Sanscript's body struck Wes- l tern Reserve cheese on the counter, | scattering the shippers in consternation. 1 The old coaster bounded five feet at an | obtuse angle, touching again for sec ord at the top step of the cellar stairs in the rear of the store, and then, continu- ing like diver into the Plutonic depths below, he went feet foremost through the head of hogshead filled with some thing soft. At first he was uncertain whether the contents were Orleans mo- lasses or melted glucos. Before he had time to investigate the grocer and two policemen came down. The unhappy old boy was lifted out of his sweet | pickle and hauled off to the station house on charge of malicious destruc- tion of property. The grocer appeared soon after, and compromised, upon John paying the following bill Window saub s1o or