The semi-weekly miner. [volume] (Butte, Mont.) 1882-1886, 1885-06-27
DAMsEl.s DAUB A DENTIsT.
In q Rain OF Hot Tar and Tired Vege'
tables.

OYSTER BAY, L. l., June 24.-Oyster Bay
was agog with. excitement last evening.
Maids and matrOns passed from one house
with the cry Of He's coming!
That was all that was said, for every
Oyster Bayian knew that che" was DIR.
Charles White, the forcep manipulation, who
last week eloped from this little village, SO
famous for it's asparagus. with pretty Ida
L.arrabee, leaving mourning wife behind.
It took just ten minutes to wake up Oys-
ter Bay, especially the gentler portion OF it.
In that time some forty ladies, old and
young, had resolved themselves into vigi-
lance committee and accompanied by
suitable escort of the sterner sex lay in am
bush on one of the corners of Main street
waiting for the prodigal to return. Every
dame and damsel had some useful domestic
implement which they had seized on the
spur of the moment to use as a weapon.
Some had brooms, Others had long-han-
died mops and brushes, and some had dish
cloths and bundles Of unmarketable aspar-
agus and other ancient vegetables.
Presently dapper figure, clad in pro-
fessional broadcloth and a shiny black silk
hat, came sinking along, trying to escape
observation. All was still apd quiet until
the figure reached the ambush. Then up-
rose a chorus of feminine yells and screams
and charge of the broom brigade. In a
moment the yelling, indignant crowd had
surrounded the tooth-puller.
Take that. you wretch ~ exclaimed the
leading Amazon, as she brought her dish
cloth square across the doctors eyes.
'.You wretch, how dare you come back! "
exclaimed another irate matron armed
with a broom, fetching i. smack across his
back.
''You villain to leave your wife and de-
co;vo al innocent pirl "
''Take that--whack-whac -slap-slap
slap. Come back to plug teeth have you?
I'll plug your teeth for you," were the ex-
carnations and sounds that reused up all
Oyster Bay.
t'Tar and feather him!" cried an over
Jealous youth, and acting on the suggestion
young lady with brush dipped in a tar
bucket made thrust at the Doctor glossy
beard. The Doctor ducked and turned just
in Time, and then like deer fled down the
village street. The ladies followed the
chase for half a mile, accompanied by all
the men and boys hurting their store OF
vegetable ammunition and whooping like a
tribe of Sioux. Terror and the prospect Oi
a tarry coat lent speed to the tooth-puller' s
heels, and when he had run the gauntlet
and left the village far behind, then only
did the pursuers give up the chase to com
pare notes.
l just gave him good sound whack,
pouted one black-eyed miss as she leaned
on her broom. II think the boys in this
village amt fit for anything; if they'd any
spunk they'd just have given that miserable
dentist ride on a rail"
EYES," chimed in a friend OF the doctors
abandoned wife, "Td have given them my
grandmother's pillows to decorate him."
All agreed that it would be exceedingly
unhealthy for DR.. White to come back to
Oyster Bay again, and it was long after ?
o'clock that the fair vigilance committee
went home to their couches.
Miss Ida, since her return, has insisted
that she did not elope with the doctor. She
said he only led her away, and did not
know what his intentions were when he
took her across the Sound to Connecticut
When he was captured by his deserted wife
last week the doctor managed to give he1
the slip, and has since kept very shady,
waiting for an opportunity to visit his
charmer.