St. Landry democrat., 1886-05-15
A SINGULAR EXPERIENCE.

person entered my Office. The figure
and general appearance was Mr..
Thompson but the face was one
mass of red blotches, swollen and al
most unrecognizable. l 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 before?'
mot when you looked as you do
now,' l replied. ''What have you
been doing to yourself?'
Il haven been doing any thing I
went out IN Jersey to spend Sunday
and have a good time, that's al,' an
swered Mr.. Thompson.
Mosquitoes" / inquired.
Mr.. Thompson nodded.
Tell ME about it, | urged.
AT first Mr. Thompson was very re-
luctant. 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; land look at me now"
All went well until Saturday evening.
when the little hotel was invaded by a
party of roistering young clerks from
New York, who We're bent upon having
a good time. They sat up all the even
ing with a bright light burning in their
room, and the windows open. The re-
suit was that the room was speedily
filled 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's
head for some time, they seated them
selves in a row on the foot-board of the
bed and began to sing.
You have no idea how dreadful it
was said poor Mr.. Thompson, shud-
dering at the remembrance of the scene.
ut 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"
''Whatl'i l exclaimed; ''the mosuui-
toes?'
"Ihess were jersey mosquitoes"
replied Mr.. Thompson. ''But when
they began to sing 'We won't 60 home
till morning. l could stand it no
longer. l threw my pillow at them,
and they all flew away, and l sank
back exhaisted.'
1t is my private opinion that at this
juncture Mr.. Thompson went to sleep;
but ne insists that he only lay for few
minutes, and was falling into doze,
when he heard them coming back
more noisy than before
''He threw that pillow at us; let's
throttle him." exclaimed one, angrilv.
''No, no; let's bite him. urged
second.
That's so,'' they all cried in chorus
And before Mr.. Thompson could do
any thing they were buzzing around
his ears and making vicious thrusts at
every uncovered part of his body.
After a time, however, they seemed to
get tired, and sat ON the foot-board of
the bed again to rest.
Mr.. Thompson was relieved, and
soon began to breathe gently through
his nose. That's what he says; you and
[ would call it snoring.
'Just listen to him!'' remarked one
Of the mosquitoes. ''He's talking
Eyes; and he hasn't a bad voice.
another.
''More like a frog than one of us,
though said third
''He may be a very decent fellow, for
all that, suggested fourth.
81 AMI am," interrupted Mr..
Thompson, who was anxious to obtain |
,he favor of the little pests in the hope
hat they would cease bothering him.
''What did you throw the pillow at
Is for, then?" demanded the first,
angrily.
"Well, you were annoying me so,"
'aid Mr.. Thompson.
"Of course we were,' answered the
IF you were a mosquito
7ou'd annoy people. It's our nature"
'Oh, I'm sure should not, asserted
Mr. Thompson.
Try 1t and see, said the mosquito,
With sarcastic buzz.
Mr.. Thompson says that he never
NEW how it came about, but before he
new it he was floating around in the
lir over the bed, making tremendous
and finally he settled down
IN the foot of the bed.
Well, how do you like it?' inquired
he mosquito.