Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1897-04-04

eromatous. De is taken from the Latin Yell hear the priest say De profundusl' 'Gin!' That's a Dootch word, taken from Holland gin" Aye, lad, interrupted Mr. Finn. "I often see it on the bottles in Bradys." :" Faith ye did, thin, father con l tinued little Mike. .I see ye have ed- dicashun yerself Era is Roman word, m anin' time and 'shun' is Yam lSee word invinted by the timperance men, m'anin' for ye to go by whisky and lave it alone. We'll, now ye have it all explained. Now whin ye have all thim little words put up agin aich oth- CT, cheek by jowl, ye have word which m'anes ye are losin' yer grip; ye are dyin' of ossyfaction caused by chalk, or lime. which is the same thing. Oh, 'tis a horrible dis'ase. Every man has it, and ye have it yerself."
 "Go long, ye seut, ye." exclaimed MT. Finn, in alarm. Don't be tellin' lies, Mickey. I niver had amy sickness in me life, barrin' rhumatiz and touch of a cowld. Does it give ye amy pain, Mickey?"
 "Diyvil a pain," replied the amateur physician. 'It comes so aisy ye don't notice it. livery time ye breathe ye make it worse for ye, father. Ould athero-ma-tous is killin' ye by inches. :"
 Mickey, ye larrup. ye, show me how have that dis'ase, or I'll Fave me heavy hand on yep
 Well, ye needn't be ballyraggin' me, father" replied Mickey. in tone of in jured innocence. I'm only tellin' ye what the schoolmaster told mei''
 Did he tell ye that I had the dirty dis'ase?" said Mir. Finn.
 'sHe said that iyery man had it. Now, if yell sit down and be aisy, I'll tell ye all about it.''
 MT. Finn resumed his seat and an ex- peetant attitude.
 "Ye mustn't know, thin, it's all on ac- count of your arteries, father," resumed Mickey. If yell put yer hand on yer neck under yer ear yell find d pumpin' goin' on. That's your heart pumpn' yer blood up through an artery to yer brain. We'll. whin ye breathe ye take oxy-gin inter yer blood, aud oxy-gin is full O lime that we're talxin' out of the quarry livery day. 'She doctors have another name for the lime; they call it ealeareous salts. It's the stuff they make clam shells out of. "Tis not only air that's full of this lime, but the salt ye eat on yer potatoes is full of it, and wather is fair loaded with it. Did ye iver look at the bottom of the kettle whin twas empty, father? Ye'll see 'tis white as if 'twere whitewashed. We'll, that's the way yer heart and yer veins is. They're all coated with lime Shure, father, ye've taken enough lime intil yen body to make a lime man as big as yerself."
 Did the schoolmaster say there was lime in beer?" queried Mir. Finn, anx- iously.
 "No," replied Mickey, but he said there was lime in rice, in potatoes, in cabbage, in bread, and beans. and beef. And if ye kape on eatin' these things, yell be that much whitewashed inside that yell be hard like the wall, and be ossyficated."
 "HoIy murtherl' exclaimed Mr. Finn, "what'll I do for things to ate, Mickey?"
 "Ye'n have to ate nothin' but car bonaceous food-that's charcoal. Ye won't like charcoal at first. father, be- lSase it'll lave a quare taste in yer mouth, and it'll blaclen yer teeth. But the doctors say charcoal is good for mallin' hate in yer body and
 What the divyil do want O hate in me body and the hate O the season comin' on?" growled Mr. Finn.
 "The next thing yell be atin' if ye want to be wan hundred years old" continued little Mike, not noticing the interruption, lis nitroganous prepara- hitter, dye mind That'll kape yer kid neys and yer epigastrium in workin' order, bekase if yer epigastrium fops yer bound for tormint, and nayther prayers or wishes won't save yer"
 "Begorra, ye have me crazy, Mickey" exclaimed Mir. Finns wiping the sweat