The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-07-27

box or parcel, and, bringing it out, he would say:
 All I know about this stuff is that it ain't copperas. took a parcel of cop- peras on debt once, and so I know the stuff when I see it. If you want to run chances you can take it along''
 Most everybody was willing to run chances, and for two weeks all went well. If nobody was made any better, nobody was made any worse, and the druggist did a rushing trade. Then came an afternoon on which Joe Cros- by laid down his working tools and all- nounced that he was of his feed" and had got to have something to ward off bilious attack.
 T can't say what's good for it." said the druggist, but I'll fish up lot of packages and you can take your choice"
 He laid out ten parcels on the coun- ter. and old Joe wet the tip of his finger and tasted the contents of each in suc- cession. He finally found one to suit his palate, at least, and he bought a dollars worth and went off to his shan ty to dose. Half an hour later he was taken with violent cramps, and inside of two hours he was dead. A move was made on the druggist, but the smiling and urbane Mr. Dayton replied:
 Gentlemen, it might have been pow dered borax, or 1t might have been ar senic. I can't tell the difference be- tween the two, and I have been free to say so. I gave him good weight and he took his chances"
 Our purchases were light for the next week, but in time we got over the scare and went to buying again. A fortnight after the death of Crosby a man named Healy was made terribly sick for two or three days by dose of some unknown stuff, and the next day Sile Warner entered the drug store to say:
 T ain't feeiin' jest as I orter, and I want sunthin' to brace me up. Kin ye recommend bracer?"
 T never recommend" was the reply. Here's the bottles and here's the pack ages. They may brace or they may lay you out"
 Wall, this is world of chance" continued Sile as he paved the stuff over, land I'll take dollars wuth of this stuff in the bottle. It'll wet the throat when it goes down, anyway"
 The stuff was probably laudanum. for Sile never woke up from that nights sleep His chum went over to give the druggist fits about the matter, but Mir. Dayton headed him off with:
 Dead, eh? Sorry to hear it. but he took his chances. I will now label that bottle 'Poison,' and should any of you wish to commit suicide you will know what to ask for"
 We tried to brace up after the second calamity, and were gradually getting our confidence back when a man named Grimshaw got something for ehills. The druggist wouldn't recom- mend 1t, as usual, but it had been marked by the tenderfoot as Good for Chills." It proved to be. One dose re- MT Grimshaw from this chilly world and over his grave we held a public meeting, and
 "Whereasd, It bein' only a question of time when our drug store will kill off every man in Cedar Hill and
 "Whereas, We owe a dooty to our- selves and them as has gone: now tharore
 Resolved, That one or the tother of us has got to git.'
 The "tother" was the drug store Al ter a general consultation we made un | B shake purse of fifty dollars to blv all | the drugs left on hand, and after every body had given himself one last dose of whatever he fancies, the remainder was