The Arizona champion., 1890-11-08
How an IriShman'S Curiosity
 Was Aroused.
HE LOHGED FOR OAE SMELL ARD GOT IT.
Daniel Slattery and the Village of
 LaCkabeg Upset.


 colds, rheumatic twinges and head aches are borne with the stoicism of the North American Indian. In some cases a physician has never entered the matched cottage, even in times of direst stress. 1 had been suffering se- verely from catarrhal headache. To re- lieve 1t I bought small heart shaped bottle of green glass, with a plated sil- yer top, containing concentrated am- monia. I used it very carefully, for the preparation was strong. While seated in my hotel before turf fire taking a sniff now and then of the am monia and experiencing the usual re lief, brawny peasant named Daniel Slattery, from the hamlet of Lacka- beg, came in. At sight of the bottle his curiosity was aroused. Said he:
 " That's a quare little bottle ye hay !, sirp
 Oh, it is common in America I replied.
 t''And do ye tell me so,' exclaimed Daniel with an accent of surprise. 'Fwhat good is it2'
 It will alleviate headache
 " 'Usha, is that thrue9 Shure and if ye were alin' me, sir, hav' the head ache meself?
 What kind of a headache is it9 NervousP
 "Divil's the wan o'me knows fwhat kind of a headache is 1t, sir; but shure as nails is nails hav' it right under me hair
 ''The truth was in all probability Daniel had never had the headache i'll his life. His object was to get hold of the little bottle. All the time the con- versation was going on he had been looking longingly at it, and his fingers were itching to get possession of 1t. To prolong his suspense, and also to give him an exaggerated idea of the curative powers of the contents of the bottle, I took dainty sniff at it, and then showed signs of lively satisfac- ton. Daniel sat on nettles. He squirm- ed with ardent desire to handle the bottle, and yet his sense of politeness restrained him from making a direct request for it. It was as good as play to watch him. At last he became reused to such a pitch of desire that his scruples melted like butter in the tropics. He blushed like school girl, stammered, and then, with an apolo- getic smile, blurted out:
 " Akin yeer pardon, sir; but w'u'd ye giv me a thrifle of a schmell O the weeny bottle, till see w'u'd 1t make me feel any betther"
 q handed him the bottle and he re- ceived it with dainty touch, as if it had been fragile flower. He held it up to the light, and looked through the green glass at its contents.
 |" 'Faix, he exclaimed, ''the sthuff in the bottle is graneP
 He unScrewed the silvered top and twirled it around on the end of one of his calloused fingers. When he had amused himself for few minutes like a child with a new toy, he seized the bottle between his thumb and fore finger, raised it to his nostrils, and drew in long breath. There was al most vacuum in the room after that inhalation. He was seated when he made it. The effect was electrical. He gasped like a dying codfish, and rose to a standing posture. The tears ran from his eyes. The shock was so se- were that his hair almost stood on end. He tried to speak, but for nearly minute could only utter broken sen tences. As he slowly recovered he raised his right hand as if about to strike me. Then he resumed his seat with bewildered look and exclaimed:
 |" 'Begorra, sir, it cured me intoire- Tyr
 By the time he had full y recovered an idea occurred to him, for his face frightened perceptibly. Suddenly he jumped to his feet and ran out of tue door, with the bottle in his hand. He started for his home in Lackabeg, three miles away, as fast as his three donkey could pull the cart. The subsequent proceedings were related by neighbor of Slattery's few days later thus:
 " That's quare bottle ye are afther givin' Daniel Slattery, sir. He's afther playin' thricks wid it all over Laclla- beg. Divil's the stroike O work ded he do these three days, sir, but go around curin' headaches wid it. There is ne'er house, sir, but Dan wint in. T have a cure" says he, flor livery mortal pain in yeer body" says he, sober like a praist. All ye hay to do is to sniff the little quare bottle and the pain is gone from ye like steam from the kettle" Well, sir, he had thim fallin' down wid the fright he gev them, til he came to Michael O'Brien. Michael was that jared and frekened by the shmell he got that he let the bottle fall on the hearthstone and it bruk intil a thousand pieces. And such mournin' as there was in Lackabeg bekase the bottle was bruk ye niver heerd before, sir. Faix livery wan of O'Brien's family was on their two knees on the fure pickin' up little bits O the broken glass. 4e haven't another wan O the little bottles, hav' ye, sirP "-New York Sun.
 English Justice.
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