The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1888-05-20
this fooI,s1talk TIA goin' to GIT a doc

! tor"
Blewitt began to think he needed one
himself. Here his boys had never heard
of a reaper or threshmg machine or cars
He felt Of his full cloth pants and groaned-
On the lounge at the house he laid him
self down and tried 10 calmly think things
over. When tho doctor came he called
for pail and barred Blewitt's arm He
took out his lance. and then Blewitt
groaned again.
Il 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 doctor, and
plunged in his lancet. Blewitt tainted.
! When he came to himself he heard one OF
the girls talking about an artist down in
the village who took profile pictures with
spindle as natural AS life.
"What do you want OF such blamed
pictures as that?' said Blewitt from the
lounge. why don't you 60 down to
TakeIn's at Albany and get photographs"
photographs. said the whole family;
what funny names he gets off in 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.
lie 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. Boon he saw the girls
take out Of the kettle some nice biscuits
and he weakly said: why don't you use
the cook stovef" Poor pa" said Ange-
lima, "how he wanders. Cook stove.
Wonder what he means"
Blewitt closed his eyes ana thought.
Bayley, his new neighbor. was man he
could trust-thaJ is, in anything but
money matters. He knew Bayley was
badly in debt. but he was 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"
jail-for-debt," said Blewitt,
there we are again. have been trans
planted. lgive up; but. soy, here is two
cents Yon send letter down to brother
John and he will be up here in a day or
two"
why, husband, the mail only goes
once q week, and then he will be three
days coming up on the stage and further
more, it will cost shiling-twelve
cents-to send letter to Albany"
Say" said Blewitt. lust bury me,
will you? ! don't belong to this century
Stage coaches, twelve cents postage Tele
graph him, then"
There goes another new word, said
his wife in a solemn voice, and she wetted
a cloth and laid it on his forehead, as she
repeated to herself, Telegraph what
funny world"
Blewitt was in despair. Could il be that
all the common things of life were to him
dream? Had he ever ridden on the cars2
Did he ever own a moving machine? Was
there ever q telegraph pole in front Of his
housef Returned 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 dense forest. He was
willing to swear that he had once owned
nice meadow where that wood was
Backed up against the log fence was al
OK cart with a neap as large rs n young
liberty pole Down cellar he could hear
the banging Of an old fashioned churn.
He looked up the road TO the east and
saw the road was full of great hemlock
and pine stumps, and over it the doctor
was coming on horseback. with saddle
bags before him.
Blewitt was man of determination,
and he arose from the lounge and went to
the door to consult with his wife
fMa rio - co;I hn L..
enough Of this foolshness. You stare ut
everything talk about, and can locate
myself, or seem to fay in with my sur
roundings Now will you just answer mo
one question:
Certainly | viii if understand it,
said she.
We'll, then, who is president of these
ere United States?'
why, John Adams, of course" she
said
Blewitt sank down and whispered:
Then you never heard of Cleveland |
swingin' round the circleF'
''No. never" she answered
Then all right Shoot me or put me |
in bag and lay me away up garnet. |
have got through" said Blewitt, and he |
"cub pst'h w tHc iOulbe ana lGll asleep.
When he awoke it was Sunday morn. |
ing, and the whole family We're stirring
around, getting ready for meeting. His /
wife, of whom he was somewhat proud |
had put on dress with waist about |
nine inches long and skirt so tight she /,
could hardly walk. and on her head such |
a bonnetl 1t made Blewtt hold his /
breath. but he had got through talking /
The boys had on suits of full cloth and /
shirt collars seven inches wide. Blewitt I
smiled, but said nothing. At last Mrs. /
Blcwitt came to him and asked him if ht /
was going to church.
Certainly, certainly" said he. ANY |
thing to accommodate. Tell one of the /
boys to hitch Il horse on to the top car
rage"
Top carriage There you 90 again"
well, then" roared Blewitt, hitch !
on to the stone boat, hitch on to the OK /
cart, hitch on to anything Have it your
own way"
why. We will 60 on horseback-you .
on the saddle, on the pillion behind"
said the wife
''All right" said Rlewitt. and away