Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1890-05-27
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Our lsss ciab meeting opposed in asin .
Dei y mood owing 70 . Gsis episode shss
hov ever s;nple is Say have been, never.
ths,ess vss prednesivs Of coesidesspir
gool-Ban-red banter Jeny 10 eoavaiescing
from all aasck Of the measles which req
defsd his eyes ~ weak thaS be has been
bid fer tso weeks. or practically -. A.
Jerry vAs II duty he vas oae Of ths tfss
70 arrive Il the cisb rooms tie cher eve
ming. The next conner found jerry iook-
ing placid in big esss chair patiently Wait
ing for some one 70 cone in With whom be
cesid cfsck JOKES and swap ssasies-
Itvas the Squire, sho arrived and his
ssefa feAsares relaxed into broad smile 90
seeing Jerry lying back 20 comfortably.
great green goggles over his eyes and pias-
tered on his forehead directly over his left
eye 2x3 inch red and vhits medicine labei
that read in plain letters .'teaspoonfui every
sso houfs-- The Squire held his peace ADD
nearly all had arrived add had hearty
laugh u Jefry's condition before the victim
sss informed Of the wherefore Of the
laughter.
"oh, 1 see nov, tie JUS - plain - day.
That rascAily younsstef Of mine 10 70
blame for this. You zee there's been .
spring cleaning q our hoase and met the
bed post iu IN unexpected 2sRt Of the room
this afternoon and - result wanted kiece
Of sticking plaster over this spot on my
head 20 told Fed to put on . good large
piece. The young imp must have palmed
Oh this label for the sucking plaster"
ITS all - clear to you - little incident
that happened last fall US 70 my wife, !"
sdded the Squire "A shabby looking fel-
lov called to see the lady Of the house, and
When my wife came to the door he politely
bowed and scraped, saying:
Madam, | am no tramp or beggar. Next
week begin work, and want . fes shil-
iings to tide me over
What are you going 70 work sty she
asked.
Planting corn. madam. have taken .
job Of planting twenty acres, and that will
give me big start
We'll, II that's the case I'll give you .
quarter. am willing to help any one who
seeks to help himself
Many thanks'
And be had been gone half an hour when
my wife suddenly ran down stairs and
qaeried of the cook:
Say, Jennie. you used to live in the
country. What time do they plant coruP
In May hefeabouts'
But where do they plant in Septe mber
| or October?'
In South America, ! guess
oh, that makes it clear. He was prob
ably going to South America to do tie
work. The thought had suddenly struck
me that he vas . deceiver.'
'That's all right for you to tell. Squire,
said Sandy. joining the group. "bu. its q
pity that the old lady isn't here to tell Ne q
thing or two about the Squire. These
women are not such ninneys as some
people would make them out.
One night last summer . certain New
York ply stefan, frie nd of mine, who had
previously been the best of husbands, who
had never been out at night except on pro
fessionai duty, went to dine with some Of
1.-The boys" and became 90 interested, lei
US say. IN the proceedings that it was near
ly day break before he started for home
| went with him. We boarded . street. car
and no sooner had we seated ourselves thar
the doctor began to worry about what b
should say 10 his wife. He asked me {.
advise him, ~ he was . novice in the art o
coming exeuses; but though l Responded
with all sorts of suggestions, the doctO
had discovered none to his taste by th,
time the car reached his street.
We entered the drug store on the corner
which was one Of those institutions which
minister in various ways to the wants O.
the nocturnal wayfarer. The drug clerk
who knew US both, saluted Us, with the ex
cited query "Do you know that the police
man on your block has been shot? He wa
brought IN here, and they have taken hin
to the hospital. He can't live"
After we had learned the particulars o
the shooting. which do not concern US. TIL
doctor and left the store.
There's Jour excuse, DOCTOR" said
Had to attend Smith, who's the policeman
on your block; see?"
The doctor saw. When be reached hOm,
he told his wife q pathetic story Of poo
Smiths death, and his vain attempt to saw
the policeman's life. HE died in my arms
my dear be concluded. The gentle wifi
believed the story, and patted her husban,
on the back.
The next evening the doctor and his wi {
were sitting on the stOOp, - the custom
in New York on q warm summer evening
when who should come walking up tn
street but Smith, the police man. The doc
tors face grew crimson, bis wife's white
There was a t&blesu.
You see the trouble Was that the doctor
house was Il corner one, and two polio
beats touched it, and the two policemen o
course passed it. unfortunately 1t was Pc
liceman O'Brien who was shot; Policema
Smith emf excellent health
The doctor never stays out late at nigh
now.
THE Doctor probably felt - did the 20,
ter Of 4 sleeping car when parrot belong
ing to 4 maiden aunt of mine gave hr
dead away" remarked the Scribe as Sand
resumed his cigar. "She had been rid
ing quite q distance along with tn
ever attendant Poll Parrot she love
in lie of husband. On reach
ing her destination she asked the porter o
the train for her parrot, which he had take
to care for during the trip. She paid hir
for his trouble. and also for feeding it dul
ing the journey. After rec living the Dir
she asked the porter If he had fed it suff
ciertly on the road and he said yes. Tn
bird rad listened ps'ietiy up TO this, an
then made himself heard by saying "Yo
lie, you id darby! you did not feed m
0 ce." The ttartl.d and indignant pol
ter then said that the bird was mistake r
and that he had fed it we'll. Ny aunt the
departed with the pirrot, looking .. thong
she believed the bird rather than tn
porter.
speaking Of parrots" said the Deacon
"rem nds me Of q story about one that
read in the Boston Courier | think il Va.