Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1879-07-11
What's a snerritp, saws he.

Now I'm one that's satisfied with
facts without pryin' into 'em. I never
muddle myself wondering, but 1 see
by his questions he was stupid like, so
1 says, A sperlit is something that
amt flesh and blood
"He shook his head backwards and
forwards. where's God?'
"' Why, in Heaven, you poor hea-
''He looked as if he was most a
cryin'. If He was only down here 1
might find Him. he says, as serious
like as could be, but can't never find
Him up therer
"'Twa'n't no use for me to say
more to him, you see; he showed he
was lacking, and want no minister.
Another time, when l was by the well,
he came along TO fill the water Jug to
take to the field. I'm a thinking,
Miss Zib,' says he.
"'What about?
"'Thinkin' if I got way to the edge
of the world would l fall off?'
"'Of course says 1.
"'Fall where?'
"'The Lord knows 1 says, little
sharp, for his silly questions pestered
me. 1 did kind of wonder, tho, to
myself, where a body falling off the
world would land, but amt scholar
and don't pertend to say, besides 1
never expect to travel to the worlds
edge myself.
"It was that very afternoon Tom
came in the kitchen in considerable of
a hurry. Where's the Tobias lini-
mentP' he asked Jane, who was sitting
there holding the baby.
"'In the right hand corner of the
second closet shelf. What do you want
to do with itP'
"'Jack fell off the NOW and got
hurt
"'What did he want to do that for?
Now don't waste that Iniment on him
for nothing
"'Guess I'll go see if he's much
hurt says 1, thinkin' q fall from
NOW want no triae.
60 found him all in a heap on the
barn floor, and what was worse he
didn't know anything. That's high
mow,' says I, measuring it with my
eye, and how in heavens name doyolI
know where he's hurt and wants to be
rubbed with inimentP The best thing
you can do is to get DOCTOR
''' want to git another load in be-
fore it rains says Tom in that agrra-
vatin', slow way o. his'n, 'and it's no
use runnin' up doctors bills when
faint no need. The Tobias cured the
old mare's leg last week, and bye an
bye when he come to we'n find out
where he ails.'
"'Tom Brones, says 1, 4 feel good
telling you you are the meanest man a
living. Look at that poor thing therel
1t amt enough you've starved and
worked him to death, but you are going
to let him die like dog. I'm going to
get Sam Demarest to go for DOCTOR
Hold on, you longed tongued
Jezabel,' says he, and stop your med
ding. I'll 90 for the doctor myself
and with that he went to work saddling
horse, grumbling and swearin' to
himself, and to me for that matter, but
was trying to fix Jack a little more
comfortably and never minded him.
"Samanth came up and looked in
and screamed a little and went away
again. Bull, the dog, came and smelled
of him and whined, for the dog always
took to Jack, but nothing reused him;
he breathed heavy and looked bad.
''I 1t seemed an age before Tom came
back. He was slow always and I
needn't have expected he would put
himself out of the way for Jack.
"The doctor seemed to think some
thing pretty serious was the matter
with Jack. He worked over him quite
spell; examining, listening, growing
graver every moment. He tore away
his poor rags, even clipped away some
of his shock of hair. Then he shook
his head; I can't do anything for him
noW.'
can hour after it was all over.
Neighbors, hearing the news, came in
and stood around, but Jack never knew
one of them; never knew when helped
put bandages on his head, and his hair
was so pretty, thick and brown, and
with curly wave into it.
"Jane grumbled some when we told
her he was dead. He was poor miser-
able creature, not worth his salt, she
said, but bird folks was scarce Just
now in harvest and asked such ridicu-
lous wages. The town would have to
pay for his coffin though, and was that
Tobias iniment left wasting in the
barn?
"It was the next day Mr.. Somers,
the old Methodist minister came to
the house and made prayer over him.
Actually, the first prayer l believe ever
made by anybody on his account, and
Tom and two or three of the neighbOrs
took him up to the wood-lot to bury
him. Jane had to come to it and let !
one of TOMS white shirts be put onto |
him, it want one of the newest, and |
really he looked as peaceful and calm |
as any baby could, and he want bad |
looking seen so, and l was glad TO re-
member that 1 had been kind to him |
in them little ways told you of.
"I just thought the last Sunday |
was there that I'd put on my bonnet !
and go and see where they'd laid him, |
so without sayin' anything tramped |
up there. It was a wild place enough |
and of course there want nothing to
mark it, but the Lord will know where
he sleeps at the last day, and that is
enough, amt it?
"I kind O. wondered when stood |
there what had become of his soulP
He was such a white heather. 1t made
me think of beautiful sermon once
heard our old Dominic preach, No
man cared for my soul, or some text
most like it, and it did seem to me all
of sudden as if no man had cared for
Jack.
"But 1 guess I had better put this
little fellow down by you now, for he's
sound asleep, and / can go down and
see why nobody has brought them
lemons yet. Tut, tut-don't look so
down. | meant to chirk you up q
talking"
"Chirk me upp o, Mrs. ZibP'-
-MargGret Il. EcbeFson, IN Sunday
Afternoon.
Prof. Siatba has devised and made
public a process of nickel l-plating in the
v ct way, without the use Of the battery,
which is said to give good results, and
which is not patented. The process is
described as follows: To dilute So
luton of chloride of zinc % to 10 per
cent enough nickel sulphate is to be
added to impart decidedly green color
to it, and the solution is then to be
heated to boiling in a porcelain vessel.
The clouding of the liquid from the
separation of basic zinc salt need not
be needed, as it will not interfere with