Daily Yellowstone journal., 1883-11-03
THE JONES FAMILY.
III. Sesss tis. . Painful AsssSA.
fR- A.. n.f.-ri< D<~Sn

e., prom the Detroit Post.l
When Mr.. Jones came home Che
other evening he discovered that the
hall carpet was up and house cleaning
was in progress. II gave him hurt.
lonesome sort of feeling 10 see the hall
rack standing on its head, ard h.
marched mournfullv into the library.
and, after falling ever roll Of carpe,
nd an empty coal-hod, hung his hat n
the chandelier, and pulling eff his hoo's
set them carefully on his desk, while h.
groped about for lis slippers. His in.
.ention was to io'n his family at til"
$upper-table, hut rs Mrs. Jones and
the children seated themsclyos in cx-
nrctation of his coming they wer' To-
rified 10 hear dismal Shrek irom til,
library.
ut it'll pa sad wil'ia with h:s
mouth full of buttare,l toast.
Hes killcl hisseli," sad Io|nny.
"How.y Moses, Wat ali tie NAV
now?" echoed Br'dr.t. as thcy n
rushed in pel,.inell Tire uafortrna..
head of the ouse WAS lying on the soii
apparently dead.
"Jeptba, dearest! vhG. il it? Loo!
at nc, darling speak to your oHH'
Maria" wailel Mrs. Jorcs. ti.rcw;, z
herself violently on his chest.
The lips Of the pro o. moved
"M-a-r-i-a," he m injured, feelly, "tA
-this-a-a-tacl will be fatal"
"Rm for tn doctor" shri, ked .Jrs
j. mes. Go ~ fast as yon can, Willie.
tell him YOU poor pa is dyirg. Oh,
Jepth', can you have the heart 10 leave
me?"
"Misfortunits niver come a'crc.- sad
Bridget. wringipg h hands, At. l,ike
q m n, it is, +, 60 an die in honsn-
cleanin' thine; the cra.hurs h..ycu
any ore sinse nor hin"
:, "Oh." shrieked Mrs. Jones, "if''
paralysis; look at li' let lcg!"
He a, putting tn useful member
through series Of gymnastic exercise.
OF q remarkable character.
Hold me! hold mel" he howled IN =
voice Of anguish, but wien Bridget ap
rroaciei with that lsudable purpose h
gave kick Of sTa modic pain that
landed her on the other side Of th,
rocm; Just as Mrs. Jones had turned 4
bottle Of camphor over his head, and
Bridget, shielded behind the sofa, hat
grasred one hand as il it had been ;
pile-drive-, the doctor entered.
"N hat is the, ah-natme of the attacl
-ah ?" he asked solcmnly.
Jones tried to speak, hut I'll he couli
get through his chattering te tn wn' ,
repetition Of the word "attack attack.
Tie doctor examined the pupils O
Jones' eyes and tried TO look at Iii
tonrue, hut got bitten for his pains.
~This looks serious." said the doctor
suckh g his wounded thumb. "Nerve
need relaxing; think shall bleed him
Ph.ebotomy. is an old practice comm,
into vogue again. ! have my lance
with me"
But at thi, moment Jones gave
plunge with his left leg that uI.seate,
The doctor and frightened Mrs. Jore
into Mysteries. Then he spoke in al
awfully clear and distinct voice:
"If you don't take that cursed-oh-
ah-tack out Of the sole Of my foot II
get up aud murder you ALL"
When the doctor aud Bridget an
Mrs. JoIes had managed by their un.t
I'd strength to pull out that leather
.eaded sarpet-tack Jones sii he wonl,
AXE pint Of whisky to cauteli1e tn
wound, and would try to Ii o for tn
,,ke of lis family, and the doctor sai,
~ he left that if blood-poiaoning o
ockjsw Didn't set in he thought h
| ould recover.
| but il has set house-cleaning back il
lat fumil, for arotl er week.