The Milan exchange. (Milan, Gibson County, Tenn.) 1874-1978, 1886-05-08
A SINGULAR EXPERIENCE.

The other afternoon an odd-looking
person entered my Office. The figure
and general appearance was Mr..
Thompson's, but the face was one
mass of red blotches, swollen and al
most unacceptable. stared at him
moment before | could determine
who it was. He bore the scrutiny with
bad grace, and exclaimed: "Well,
what's the matter now? Didn't you
ever see me beforeP"
mot when you looked as you do
now" 1 replied. what have you
been doing to yourselfP"
Il haven't been doing any thing. /
went out In Jersey to spend Sunday
and have a good time, that's ALL" an
swered Mr.. Thompson.
"Mosquitoes?' l inquired.
Mr.. Thompson nodded.
Tell me about it, | urged.
AT first Mr.. Thompson was very re-
iuctant, but after some persuasion he
consented.
Mr. Thompson had day or two on
his hands which he did not exactly
know what to do with, so he concluded
to spend them at quiet little village
among the Jersey hills.
They told me that there were no
mosquitoes and no malaria" he re-
marked, plaintively, as he swallowed a
quinine pill; "and look at me now"
All went we'll until Saturday evening,
when the little hotel was invaded by a
party of FOSTERING young clerks from
New York, who were bent upon having
a good time. They sat up all the even
ing with bright light burning in their
room, and the windows open. The re-
suit was that the room was speedily
filed with mosquitoes The hungry
insects feasted for awhile upon the
convivial young men, and then, flying
out through the transom, entered Mr.
Thompson room in the same manner
After buzzing around Mr.. Thompson
head for some time, they seated them.
selves in row on the foot-board of the
bed and began to sing.
"You have no idea how dreadful il
was" said poor Mr.. Thompson, shud.
dering at the remembrance of the scene
at was bad enough while they con
tented themselves with pulling the
clothes off the bed and biting me
through two blankets and throwing my
shoes at each other"
"What!'' exclaimed; "the mosqui
toes?"
"Thess were Jersey mosquitoes
replied Mr.. Thompson. "But wher
they began to sing we won't go home
till morning. l could stand it NJ
longer. l threw my pillow at them
and they all flew away, and sanl
back exhausted"
1t is my private opinion that at thi
juncture Mr.. Thompson went to sleep
but he insists that he only lay for few
minutes, and was falling into doze
when he heard them coming bacl
moro noisy than before.
''He threw that pillow at us; let
throttle him." exclaimed one, angrily
mo, no; let's bite him." urged
second.
That's so" they all cried in chorus
And before Mr.. Thompson could d
any thing they were buzzing aroun
his ears and making vicious thrusts a
every uncovered part of his body
After a time, however, they seemed t
get tired, and sat on the foot-board {
the bed again to rest.
Mr.. Thompson was relieved, an
soon began to breathe gently throug
/ his nose. That what he says; you an
| would call it snoring.
, "Just listen to himw remarked or
I of the mosquitoes. Hes talking"
: "Yes; and be hasn't bad voice.
r commented another.
I "More like frog than one of u
: though said a third.
= "He may be very decent fellow, fl
t all that" suggested a fourth.
, Il AMI am" interrupted Nj
5 Thompson, who was anxious to obta
d the favor of the little pests in the hOl
g that they would cease bothering him.
4 "What did you throw the pillow
n us for, then?" demanded the fir
Q angrily,
= "Wen, you were annoying me so
= said Mr.. Thompson.
a "Of course we were," answered {
Y mosquito. IF you were a mosqui
q you'd annoy people. It's our nature
n "Oh, I'm sure should not, assert
a Mr.. Thompson.
v TRY it and see, said the mosquit
y with a sarcastic buzz.
h Mr.. Thompson says that he new
!. knew how it came about, but before
:. knew it he was floating around in t
n air over the bed, making tremendo
!. humming. and finally he settled doy
!. on the foot of the bed
= "Well, how do you like itP" inquir
the MOSQUITO.