St. Landry democrat., 1883-01-13

reflect his pants, and the pretty silk tie was
very becoming. Actually, Tinkey was hist
Ing when he took up the comb to part his
hair.
Now, Tinkey's hair was what old nurses
call Stubborn and the more T.nkey
brushed, the more persistently it stuck out.
He parted it on the left; he tried q parting
on the right; he made lovely white line
down the middle; he 'sbanged'' it over his
forehead, and each way looked worse than
the last.
sob, wish hadn't any hair!'' cried i'm
patient Tinkey. ss5.
Was there rain of feathers? What was
that flying into his eyes, up his nostrils,
tickii g his ears, down his throat, thr, ugh Il
mouth opened wide in amaZement! Hairl
hair /! hair! The waole room seemed to be
full OF it. flying here and there, as if every
hair was fairy laughing at TlnkeY's dismay.
And wnen at last it had all swept itself with
one grand rush out; at the open window,
Tipkey's head was as bald as china door,
knob. fF
He gave one despairing glance at the mir
ror, caught up his old coat, crammed his polo
cap tightly over his bald pate, and rushed out
of the house. Nobody noticed him as he ran,
not to Mrs. Davidson's, but into the woods
into the deepest shadow he could find under
the tall trees, where he threw himself down
and cried like baby.
mo wonder father says: think first,
speak afterwards -, sobbed Tinkey. "A pref
ty looking object Ihave uade of myself, and
cannot imagine what mother will say bout
my shoes aud pants. And they must be
having such nice time now, playing all sorts
of games. I've half mind to wish it would
pour. rain. No, won't! am not quite such
it is! / Wish-no! no? I don't wish any
thing. Dear me was just going to wish
was in a snow-bank ! Now, I won't make
another foolish wish; not one! And as
can't 90 to the party such a guy, I'll just
think, as hard as ever can, of real sensible
things. tl'zst5
s'Oh, what sha wish for frstsn he
thought, sitting down upon taEfallen tree
trunk. 'Iwonderif it isn't best to wish fora
million dol ,ars, and then | can buy everything
I want. | don't believe j would get it. Iwish
for dollarI he cried aloud, and felt in the
palm of his hand a pressure of something
round There it lay, bright silver dollar
shining as if it had just left the mint.
g do believe | can have them a. thought
Tinkey, who had been. rather scared at the
magnitude OF his proposed wish, but I must
hurry up; the sun is certainly going down.
He stood up and waved his arm aloft.
II wish for a million do | rs!r he cried.
In second the great silver dollars rained
down upon him, as il every leaf in the trees
1bove his head had been turned into coin.
They flew into his face, striking him with
their, sharp, metallic edges, bruising his
|uSSho' 'o hpsCs lis CJSs, 1HGy PilCd up
round nj I, each one hitting blow as it fell.
His feet were .prisoned fast, his legs. his
knees; he was being banked up in a silver
prison, AMI yet the air was full of this novel
on, shan pc smog Inc buried alive e
,ried poor, frightened Iinkey, trying yainly
% run away, and thrashing out his arms in
very direction, as he tried to beat back the
singing, bruising pieces OF coin, that were
threatening to cover him entirely.
On, what shall do. Stop! ] wish you to
top! shall be killed e
Then ne heard hooking little laugh, and
IN one silver dollar that balanced itself in the