The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-03-09
JACKS DREAM.

Jack Brundage had attended party
the night before, and therefore it was
by no means strange that the entire
family should be aroused before morn
ing by groans from his apartment.
In spite of mamma's oit-repeated adj
vice that he should partake sparingly
of the refreshments, he ate six sand
witches, as many slices of cold turkey,
four pickles, two large dishes of ice
cream and so many pieces of cake that
am really ashamed to tell the number,
and his modification at the entire Cir
cumstance is already extreme.
Now, one would suppose that, under
such circumstances, Jack would have
declined oranges, lemonade, nuts, can
dies, and the other knick-knacks that
followed; but he did no such thing. On
the contrary, he partook of each and
every kind as if he had eaten nothing
at all before.
After the supper was over, he felt
quite unlike himself, and heartily
wished he were at home; he lost all
enjoyment of the festivities, and had no
heart to tell Jessie Blackburn that her
curls were the prettiest yellow ones he
had ever seen, which he had thought
of doing earlier in the evening. He
wandered around and seemed at such Ii
loss to express himself that his little
hostess sought him and told him she
hoped he was enjoying her party, to
which he replied that it was most de-
lightful; but as he said it his sensations
grew most oppressive.
Would the carriage 7aeger come for
him? Finally, and it seemed an unend-
ing time, the carriage was announced,
and Jack babe the little lady good
night, and was driven home, thinking
if he could only get to bed.
His rest was uneasy. He slept, awoke;
and slept, only to awaken again. At
one time he felt tremendous pain in his
stomach, and such dreadful sickness
that he almost lost his senses for min
ute. When he recovered them he saw
a most melancholy little old woman-a
servant, ne -wringing her
hands and crying bitterly.
"And who are you, my good womanP'
said Jack
81 am the kitchen maid,'' said the
woman.
"You seem to be in great Distress
said Jack ''what ais you?''
go, sir. my master is tyrant. He
keeps me at work from morning till
night, and oftentimes l am not done till
daybreak, only to begin again at seven
O clock. My health is rapidly failing
under the tasks he imposes upon me-
How old do l lookp'
Elbow old?" repeated Jack; II should
say fiftv-and decrepit at that"
"Well, Pm only Ten years old, and /
should be young and spry, but it's hard
work that's done it. If my master kills
me, he'll soon die. himself, for Pm born
to the work, sir, and no one can supply
my place"
''What kind of work do you do?" said
Jack.
''Do? It's my business to work UP
everything my master sends down into
his stomach to a soft, pulpy mass, and.
if do my work properly, his whole
body is strengthened; but it is hardly
twenty minutes after his breakfast is
eaten before he sends me apples, pop
corn, nuts, candies, cakes-in FACT, any
thing and everything he can lay his
hands upon. I never get the breakfast
away before dinner comes down Ike an
avalanche. At dinner he eats soups,
meats, vegetables, grayies, pies, pud-
dings, fruits; and at supper he eats cold
meats, bread and butter, cakes, pre-
serves, fruit, and gives me deluge of
iced tea. Why, sir, having some of his
breakfast. most of his dinner, and all of
his supper on hand, have sometimes
tainted from sheer exhaustion.
''How terribler said Jack, feebly,
for there was once more commotion
in his stomach
"My master went to party last
night. and well / knew what it por-
tended when he went, siri / have now,
as the result, the worst mess, made up
Of sandwiches, turkey, lemonade,
pickles, ice-cream, cake, nuts, candies,
and, what not? But I won't
touch it-no, not Il If let it alone he
will be sick enough before he is rid of
Il. -
Jack, in the meantime, was in state
Of great embarrassment for though he
had never heard o. the kitchen-maid be-
fore, he had not been slow to recognize
himself in the cruel master. His sick
ness was increasing every minute, but
be finally stammered forth:
''Fve been monster. know I have
yes, I've been pig; but if you will
only go back and relieve me of this
pain and sickness, I'll treat you better
n future | m sorry. indeed, am"
81 can't go back. Master Jack. until
that is gone" said she; '.but if you
would put me ON diet of oatmeal, or
bread and milk, for time, alter this is
over, might recover my spirits again,
and possibly regain my youth. =
She stood staring at Jack, who grew
sicker and sicker each minute, and he
gave vent to the most heart-rending
groans, which brought mamma, papa