Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1895-03-30

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D1 away quite cheerily.
III In the cool water of
the race flock Of
o.a;53, geese splashed and
.oo1r1. &GSS cackled, and over in
UDsss@Hl Tremendous the Kill
deer piped their
liveliest to break the quiet of the sui
try summer day. On the wooden
bridge that spanned the creek several
small boys were fishing, and at rare
intervals their cries of triumph as
they dragged some tiny minnow from
its homo rose above the low hoarse
roar of the mill. A buggy or buck
board would rattle down the stretch
of road that crossed the flats; there
was loud, sharp chatter as the IRON
shod hoofs pounded on the bridge
planking; from windows protruded
the heads of a few women, looking to
see who wa "going through" and then
the mill and the kildeer and the boys
were left in full possession once more.
On the store porch, lounging on the
long oak bench where generations Of
villagers had whiled the years away,
was young Doctor Snyder. His back
rested lightly against the window
frame: his eyes were fastened on the
distant mountains. Within, the Store
keeper was stretched easily along the
counter, his head pilowed in n pile Of
calicoes, mapping. His was an uneasy
sleep, for the flies buzzed about him
and the restless dog beneath the stove
pounded its tail contentedly en- the
floor. He awoke and fecked the busy
pests off his nose with his broad hand.
Cant you quit disturbin' me with
that contin'al Vaughn of yer tail, he
yelled at the mongrel.
Then he turned his face to the wall
and closed his eyes for moment, but
he could not sleep. He raised himself
YEARLY and cried: "Hey, Doc! You
uns there YETI"
yep" came the scarcely audible
reply. He settled down once more
and closed his eyes.
A moment later and there came
again the sound of gathering hoofs on
The bridge, and the rattle of wheels.
The young man on the bench turned
his head YEARLY to catch the first
glimpse of the vehicle when it rounded
the mill. A horses head came in
sight.
"Abe Scissors bay mare he called
TO the man within.
The Storekeeper rolled oft this count.
Ell and shutfled to the door, just in
time to see the beast come to halt at
the porch, while its owner threw the
reins around the whip, leaned back in
the seat OF the shambly buggy, AMI
cried: "Well, Doc, if you amt nice
un. Didn't you git my postal?'
Eyes" replied the young man,
nonchalantly, leaning forward and
resting an elbow on one knee and his
face in his hand.
"The girls near dyin', so she is,
an they've ben waitin' fer you three
days. You must "a got tibet postal on
Monday an here It's Wednesday. ]
came down ter wake yer up"
There was ring of indignation IN
the Doctors voice as he raised his
body erect and cried: "iSee here,
Abe Scissors, / know my business.
They amt nothin' wrong with tibet
girl but neuralgv of the Jaw"
"Et amt no difference what you
kawledge fellys calls ct, she's KEEP the
family awake three nights now with
hes8ellerin'. When you didn't come
Tuesday / went up fer Doc Kuchen-
Augel an foun' he'd gone off to a re-
union at Gettysburg There bein' no
other DENTS nearer AN twenty mile,
the Jimsons called in regular physi-
clan an he broke the tooth off tryin'
ter pull ct. She's ben ravin' sence
then, an ter-day her mother asst Inc
ter come down an git you at oncet. "
There was silence. The young
man was in deep thought.
"Nawthin' but neuralgy of The
jaw" he said sagely. 81 know'l tibet
the minute got your postal. So the
other felly's broke the tooth off, hes
he? Well, thet's what you git fer
calm in green hands. Neuralgy-
thet's ALL" He drew from his pocket
q small, soiled note book and AS he
turned lis pages thoughtfully, he con-
tinued. "rhis is Wednesday Thurs,
day-Friday - Saturday; I'll come
Saturday, tell Jimson. Pm goin up
tibet way to perform an OPERATION on
old Mrs. Muthersbaugh who's ben
cumming"
"Well, my sights!" yelled the man
in the buggy, vigorously pounding the
seat with his fist. whats Mary
Unison goin' ter do with her face al
swelled up like a pumpkin? Thet
there's the"
"See here, you Abe Scissors, criei
the other, jumping to his feet anC
shaking his notebook at the speaker
"does you uns think DENTS kin slicl
up an drive nine miles every tim,
boIie uu gus ACt'iuiSs III 'uO J""' t''
sir I'm workin' up your way Sot
urdny anil call then. Meantime tell
tibet girl not to oat no hard food an
to battle her neuralgy jaw in lauda
num-"
With that he scrubbed "Jimson
Saturday, neuralgia" in his book
turned on his heel and disappeared
into the store.
Tho Storekecper grinncd and said
"Young folly gittin kinder in opener
sence he's quit stedy an tux ter prac
|, tice."
Abe Scissors gazed at the retreatini
figure in silence for moment ant
then exclaimed:
"Well, if them denters don't bea
all r.
He seized the rains, cut the mar
with the whip and vas gone.