Daily globe. [volume] (St. Paul, Minn.) 1878-1884, 1879-07-06
SUFFERING.

~ """le Oou SMILING CCefnal lOur
Fanny Driscol
SUFFERING.
Not Medical Treatise, but a Little Story
me Affections of q Young Man with an I'M
pcdiment in His Speech.
[ Bsookyn Eagle
ut don't bother me-" he said, "except
when I get excited, or have been taking
a little to much to drink. I could sit
down and talk to you an hour without
suffering, but it got me into an awful
scrape while ago. You see, was going
home on last Thursday night"
cor Friday morning?"I suggested.
"No- was early enough that time
Not later than II o'clock. Just after
turned into Spring street meta party Of
three men, who had been drinking pretty
hard. They seemed to be strangers in
the city, and there was no doubt that they
had lost their way.
"They stopped as l came up, and one
of them big, broad shouldered man,
faced ME and addressed me in this style !:
evil you PIP please to t-t-tell me the
way to C-c-c-canal street?'
s'When perceived that he suffered
was afraid that there was going to be
trouble; but what could I do? He would
have been sure to go for me if 1 had tried
to pass on without answering, and I was
ashamed to turn tail and run away. I
felt that I was getting excited, and was
sure that a fit of stammering would fol-
low; but I tried to keep cool, and blurted
it out in this shape:
"'There is BIB broadway, and canal
street is f-f-four blocks farther down.
~ know that my face turned red, but
don't believe it was near as red as his.
He was as wild as a tornado.
a"'Y-y-young man. said he, you are
t-t-trying to m-m-mmock me-
"N-n-no I amt said I, more excited
than ever. P-p-p-pon my word, 1 amt
"'You lie he shouted, as he was too
mad to stutter any more, land mean to
teach you better manners
with that, before I could either run
or dodge,
HE HAULED OFF
with that big fist of his and let me have a
thumper right between the eyes, just
where the black was bound to spread fine
ly on both sides of my face. 1 thought
that lightning had struck me, and felt as
had struck me, and felt as if my head
was caved in, or my nose broken, at least
Tie dropped me another on the left cheek
while was gazing at street full of stars,
and then one Of the fellows with him took
a hand in the game, or a foot, and lent
me kick that landed me on the other
side Of the gutter.
CATER that I don't know what happen
ed, until one of my friends found me
somewhere up town, wandering about
like a blind man. He asked me what
was the matter, and begged him to take
me to doctor. He got some raw oysters.
which I put to my eyes, and then took
me to doctor, but I couldn't get any
leeches, and it may be week or so yet
before nv face RECEIVERS its natural color"
l sympathized again with the young
gentleman, but asked him whether he
had not sense enough to refrain from try
mig to talk to suffering men.
II ought to have" he replied, "as
never fail to get into scrape when do
it; but I can't seem tohelp it,
[ asked HIM whether there many slut
tering people in New York, remarking
that l seldom met any person who was
afflicted in that way
81 shouldn't say there were," answered
Billy, ''by the way I meet them. But sup.
pose twill be just my confAlndcd luck
to run across every stammerer on this
side of the Atlantic, sooner or later"
"Are they very sensitive?'
''Sensitlve is no name for it. They
flare up in minute, and are ready to
GO RAvING MAD
if they suspect anybody of hooking them.
It is because know how touchy they
are that I try to steer clear of them,
but it is not always that l have sense
enough to succeed. Sometimes the devil
gets hold of me and drives me into slut
tering match when I know that I ought
to keep out of it. Not long ago l was IN
a bar-room up town, where there happen
ed to be nobody 1 knew. had been
drinking rather more than was good for
me, I suppose, and felt rather lonesome
and liberal.
s'Down the counter was another young
chap who was pretty full, and was trying
to stand off the bar-keeper for one more
drink. I noticed that he suffered pretty
badly, and wanted to fraternize with him.
So thought that I would invite him to
join me, though I haden,t the least idea
that I would stutter over it. But this was
the way it came out:
"'Y-y-young f-f-feller,' said I, won't
you t-t-take something with meg
"Of course, he made sure that I was
hooking him, and he turned and
WENT FOR ME
like a royal Bengal tiger. I am happy
to say that / ran little faster than he
dia, and l didn't stop, after reached
the sidewalk, until / had put several
blocks between me and the bar-room."
''That was your fault I ventured to
suggest.
"Yes, that was my fault, said Billy
'sbut it happens sometimes when no NOR.
tai being could possibly prevent it. One
of my saddest adventures in that line oc-
CURED to me last winter. I was at a ball
one night, real nice ball, and was en-
joying myself remarkably we'll. There
was very pretty young lady at the ball,
Of good family, fine dancer and quite
the rage, to whom was anxious to be In
troduced. secured an introduction with
out much trouble, and asked her for the
pleasure Of dance with her, in my sweet
est manner and without the slightest
shade Of stutter. She graciously assented,
and handed me her tablets, on which
there was plenty Of room, as the dancing
had Just begun.