The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1896-07-31
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cir, that you have frustrated one Of
the finest scientific experiments Of the
ago-a Watermelon grated on the
stem Of the cautelopo yine-grai,ed
by my own hauds2 Aud you to 60
aud throw It away as II 1t we're d
blighted pumpkin or a half-ripo
squash : How dared you, say ?
Villain wretch get out OF my
sight /"
aud Mr. Jesamy, stopping short
in bis infatuated war-dance, made such
dive at poor Simmons that that
worthy, fearing Tor his bodily presor-
walton, whisled around among the
young cauliaowors aud ran for his
life, crushing through hot-bed sashes
aud entangling his long ankles in
mats Of sweet potato vines.
u never knowed a gentleman with
such a temper beiore!" painted Sim
mons, as he bolted head foremost
into his tool-shed, among a grove Of
dahlia poles and flower pots. "It's
as much as a poor workia' mans life
is worth to live with himl"
Mr. Solomon Jossamy, left alone
with bis blighted scientific expert
ment," danced around about it. in a
frenzy of wrath, uttering mingled
lamentations and maledictiona
Suddenly q hand was clapped on
his shoulder, and a hoarse, chuckling
voice rumbled into his car;
eve got you nowl"
''Who are you?" parked out Mr..
Jessamy, turning 50 abruptly that the
goggles fell of his nose and tumbled
into the grass. care you aware, sir,
that you are trespassing on private
property?"-to a second individual,
tall and spare, aud apprehensive-look-
ing, who kept at a safe distance.
"Come, now, none Of that!" cried
he, as Mr.. Jessamy tried to wriggle
out of the grasp Of the stouter and
shorter Of the two, who was holding
him, as it we're, in wise, ''No vio-
lence-it will do no good Solitary
confnement-that is the thing Hold
on to him tight, Fisk That's right.
Into the boat with himl"
And, before Mr.. Jessamy could
raise his voice to halloa for help, they
we're darting down the river as fast as
strong arms and pair of broad-bladed
oars could propel them.
"What is the meaning of this-this
outrage?" he painted
SOLITARY confnement-that's the
thing!" said the tall man-solitary
confinement"
Mr.. Jessamy stared curious SEN
sation came over him, as if he were
his own seyen-year-old boy, going to
be shut up for getting into passion.
"Eh!" he faltered, Gam I mad?"
The short, stout man grinned; the
tall one nodded oracularly.
ga lucid interval, most probably, >
said he. "All the better, Simpson; il
won't be necessary to handcuff him.
Mr.. Jessumy jumped up in the
boat
The tall man and the short mar
fell on him with one accord, ant
forced him back into his seat; and al
most at the same moment, the boa
drew up at little pier or landing, hal
hidden in water willows.
"Whither are you taking meq'
breathlessly demanded our hero.
SOLITARY confinement - solitary
commemorative the only thing,
murmured the tall man, taking snuff
"Sir, are you mad?" cried Mr.. Jes
samy,
mo; but you be T. said the shor
stout man. easy now, Mr.. Par
rottl"
"Thats not my name, said Nj
Jessamy. ''There's some mistak
here.
ooh, no, there ANTI" said tn
man. you're Malachi PARROT, an
you've escaped from the sanitar.
Home; but I guess you won't gin |!
Ny name is Solomon Jessamy, an
won't be made a mailman in spite q
myself"
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