Weekly graphic. [volume] (Kirksville, Adair Co., Missouri) 1880-1949, 1883-10-12

of laughter came to her ears. Their
was happiness there, happiness which
she had never known. She took on
more peep at her mother to see tina
she slept and then stole out Of Tho
room. She had on no bonnet or ha
ard her little brown feet went pit-a-pa
up the hill toward the great mansion
from whence the charming music ane
sounds of merriment seemed to draw
her.
CHAPTER XIV.
IN WHICH COL PINGLoRY SUGGEST!
THAT MORE BE SAID ABOUT LONG
1.-THE reader supposes that our wor
thy friend Dipper was killed by the
shot in the duel, they are very much
mistaken. No leaden bullet struck
his forehead as he supposed, but ar
over ripe tomato did the work
You see the boys had fixed it up Sc
that they could have some fun at poo
Dlpper's expense. The pistols were
loaded nth blank cartridges and as
harmless as pop guns would have been
Sulphur who was near his principal
saw him close his eyes and having a
ripe tomato in his hand, at the WORD
fire threw it at Dlpper, hitting him
square in the forehead.
The surgeon who thcught maybe
the joke had been carried too far, ran
to poor Upper, raised him in his arms
and with his handkerchief wiped the
tomato seeds and juice off his face.
"Doctor touch me lightly" said
Dipper. "my brains are out"
"Oh, no they are not" SAID the doc.
tor.
"It's wrong to deceive dying man,
doctor, my brains are out. l felt EN-
running down my face but a momen,
ago."
"Nonsense-"
doctor how long do you think l
can live?"
MANY years let US hope"
"Oh. doctor, how can you jest in this
awfully solemn hour. When I feel my
life slipping slowly away, where eter-
nifty begins to dawn before my awaken
ing vision, how dare you excite the
risibles of that profane crowd with a
jest.
The boys to the number ola quarter
of hundred. were actually making
the woods ring with shouts oflaughser.
"You are not hurt" said the doctor.
"Vain man, to tell me that. The
time was when the brains were out the
man would die, but strange that l live
on though grow weaker and weaker
every moment. Pray for me Doctor,
have been very wicked boy"
"Pray for YOURSELF
"Oh cannot and this awful hour
coming on me, and l have been so
wicked. Doctor l repent 1t all now
when it is too late. repent taking
money out of the money drawer when
my employer saw me not. l took
thirty-fve cents to buy me new hand
kerchief, but oh-oh.-good-bye Dock. :"
He closed his eyes and thought he
was gone to the land that is fairer than
day, when the doctor yanked him to
his feet. gave HIM a slap on the face
and rear kick as he ran, which con-
vinced Dipper that he was anything
else than dead.
The shouts and haloas which went
up on the air were now almost hideous
to hear. Dipper never stopped run
ming until he got home under the bed.
The bed seems to be a general and
natural place of refuge. We can re-
when we were little boy, and
had been guilty of something which
did not exactly accord with our moth
ers ideas ofright, that We usually hunt.
ed the bed while she hunted a switch.
It is natural instinct which leads one
to seek refuge under the bed.
Col. Pinglory heard of the trick that
had been PLAYED on poor Dipper, and
though he laughed as hearty as any
one at the fools expense. he pretended
10 sympathize with him, because he
was an anti-Snowfake, Fuller politi-
ian, and the Colonel wanted his vote.
The Colonel found the frightened
Dipper in the bed, but by a few cheer
ul remarks engaged him in converse
ion and by careful train Of words,
ed his mind from the disagreeable
subject to the more agreeable one of
being future politician.
Dipper grew better at once, and
vas soon able to sit up.
smasher, Asusa and several others of
he Coloneps friends were passing
he house and called to the Colonel
They we're going to read the new an
on the Crusteater which
3ittersalt had put up since he had
bought a halt interest in the concern.
The Colonel found only the same crowd
,athered about the Crusteater to read
he announcements, while to his hor.
or there was an increased crowd of
men women and even children round |
he Snowflake. Something was wrong.
The insertion of Bittersalt into the new
inn to give it moral lone did not seem
o change the status Of things in the
east.
Bittersalt's salutatory was very bitter
indeed. He vowed he would make
'ar on the Snowflake, and never lay
own the quill until that delectable post
,as dug out of the ground and split