The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1888-06-02

full cloth pants and groared. On
the lounge at the house he laid him
self down and tried to calmly think
things over. When the doctor came
he called for a pail and barred Blew
itt's arm. He took out his lance,
and then Blewitt groaned again.
81 must take gallon of blood"
said the doctor. "and then he will
calm down and be all right
Don't you know -bleedin' was
played out fifty years ago." said
Blewitt.
How he wanders," said the doc
tor, and plunged in his lancet. Blew
lit tainted. When he came to him
self he heard one Of the girls talking
about an artist down in the village
who took profile pictures with a
spindle as natural as life
"What do you want of such blamed
pictures as that?" said Blewitt from
the lounge. why don't you go
down to Takem's at Albany and git
photographs"
photographs" said the whole
family: "what funny names he gets
off i'll his crazy fancy"
Blewitt was too weak to argue,
and he seemed to be somehow out OF
sympathy or knowledge with all
mankind, SO he just lay still and
watched the girls get supper. He
noticed that the freboard was down
and fire was built in the fireplace.
A kettle was on the hearth and was
covered with live Goals. Soon he
saw the girls take out of the kettle
some nice biscuits and he weakly
said: "Why don't you use the cook
stove?" Poor pa," said Angelina,
"how he wanders. Cook stove!
Wonder what he means?"
Blewitt closed his eyes and thought.
Bayley. his new neighbor. was man
he could trust-that is, in anything
but money matters. He knew Bay
ley was badly in debt, but he was
a good fellow. He would send for
him; so he called his wife and told
her to send over for him.
"Why, you know" said Mrs.
Blewitt, ''Bayley has been in Jail for
debt for the last ten years"
In jail-for-debt, " said Blewitt
"here we are again. l have been
transplanted. l give up; but say
here is two cents. You se1d a letter
down to brother John and he will be
up here in day or two"
"Why, husband, the mail only
goes once a week, and then he will
be three days coming up on the
stage, aud furthermore, it will cost a
shilling-twelve cents-to send a let
ter to Albany"
Say" said Blewitt, ''iust bury
me, will you? l don't belong to
this century. Stage coaches, twelve
cents postage! Telegraph him them
There goes another new word, y
said his wife in solemn voice, and
she wetted a cloth and laid it on his
forehead, as she repeated to herself
"Telegraph;' what funny word!'
Blewitt was in despair. Could ii
be that all the common things of life
were to him dream? Had he ever
ridden on the cars? Did he ever OWL
a moving machine? Was there ever
a telegraph pole in front of his house:
He turned his eye and looked out
He only saw the tall post and long
pole of the well-sweep. Along the
other side of the road ran a dense
forest. He was willing to swear thai
he had once owned a nice meadow
where that wood was. Backed VI
against the log fence was an ox-car
with a heap as large as a young
liberty pole. Down cellar he coulc
hear the banging of an old fashioned
churn. He looked up the road tc
the east and saw the road was full o
great nemlock and pine stumps, anc
over it the doctor was coming OF
horseback, with saddle-bags before
him.
Blewitt was man of determination
and he arose from the lounge anc
went to the door to consult with hi:
wife.
Maria" said he, "there has beer
enough of this foolishness. You
stare at everything | talk about, ane
| can't locate myself, or seem to fal
in with my surroundings. Now vii
you Just answer me one question !?
"Certainly | will il | understand
it," said she.
"Well, then, who is President Q
f these 'ere United States?"
"Why, John Adams, of course,
, she said.
Blewitt sank down and whispered
"Then you never heard of Clevelane
swingin' round the circle!"
"No, MEYER" she answered.
"Then all right. Shoot me or pu
me in bag and lay me away III
garret. | have got through" SAT-
Blewitt, and he went back to tn
lounge and fell asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunda,
| morning, and the whole family wer
stirring around getting ready 70
meeting. His wife. of whom he wa
somewhat proud, had put on a dres
with waist about nine inches lon!
, and skirt so tight she could hardl,
walk, and on her head such bon
net 1t made Blewitt hold his breatI
, but he had got through talking. Th