Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1899-01-19

with songs that he has forgotten his
prayers. He is quite little singer and
so at Is not at all unnatural that when he
came to say his prayers. the other night
they were something of this nature:
| Now l lay me down to sleep,
l pray the Lord my soul to keep,
II | should die before l wake
There'll be hot time in the old town to-
night.
The Yankee was just beginning to move
out of Bangor station the other after
noon. when lame man in a stove-pipe
hat and a furious haste came skipping
frantically along over the neighboring
tracks, followed by man carrying va
Uses.
| He had come into the station by the side
Ientrance, and his shortcut across the
tracks was necessitated by his anxiety
to catch the train. But when he reached
the platform and could have got aboard
he stopped and looked fiercely back
through the station and yelled despairing-
~:
! "Nadie. Come on, Addie."
Bat no Addie came And the train glid-
ied by and out toward the south.
IN" lame mans face was picture that
would have delighted Dores heart. He
ground his teeth and flashed his eyes, His
lame foot beat Il tarantella on the plat
| form. And every few seconds he
shrieked, ''Oh, Addict" in frantic hoarse-
! ness. When you come to think of it it is
rather annoying to just catch a train
yourself and have to let it so by because
lyonr wife has missed it.
BY this time the little group of people
vno had been seeing passengers off We're
taking great interest in the thing. The
railway officials had signaled to hold the
train, and it was coming to stop just
outside the station.
| Then, while the lame man shrieked. and
the people behind the gates looked around
he yelled Addict" in that insane way,
railroad man rushed through the gates on
to the platform and shouted:
| ''Your wife's on the traini'
The lame man gasped. Then he spoke.
| Only his and nothing more.
"The--she is" and limped off to the
train while every one on the platform
went into commissions.
Again. when you come to think of it,
when you have made an mbecile exhibit
ton of yourself because you thought your
wife had missed and made you miss. the
train, and then find that she has been on
hand ahead of you'll say, when you think
Of it, could that lame man have said any
thing more appropriate?
For the past two years a young West
slider has been paying marked attentions
to Bangor street belle. AS the result of
young lady is disconsolate while the
young man, figuratively speaking. is at
half mast. For months past the only
thing which has married the pleasure of
the latters evening calls on Bangor street
has been dog. The canine was not the
regulation, ferocious dog of the humorist
but a miserable cur-shaggy- haired
homely as a door-mat. and as worthless
a piece of animation as could be found
on earth. But the fair owner valued her
pet above all other earthly things and it
was Il case of love me, love my dog"
too. But alas and alackaday! In some
unaccountable way the cause of all this
! trouble became an entomologist. mas
much as it made large collection of in
sects. This information was impaired to
the Westsider, who smothered his dis
gust and recommended insect powder III
heroic doses Would it be too much
trouble for him to step into a drug store
and order it sent up? Oh, not at all; he
would be delighted to do it.
Say" he said to the druggist. 81 want
| to get something that will be death TO
fieas-something to put on a dog. you
know, that will knock out the insects
stiff and cold.
! do you want insect POWDER
- don't know what l want. Powder
VIII come off, won't it? Can't you fix up
some sort of a liquid wash that will do
tne Work?'
The drug cist thought he could do so,
and bottle of the insect-exterminato
was ordered sent to the Bangor street
address. Two evenings later the West
slider called again and found his inamo-
rata on the verge of Mysteries. Between
subs she managed to say: Hes dead.''
"WiIos dead:'
'tiao: and | killed him. Doo-hoo."
WHY did you kill him? Wasn't that
hottle of stuff / sent up good for any
thing?"
That's just it--boo-hoo! Poor Fido was
just as good as he could be and swal-
lowed nearly all of it without any
trouble. But the next morning he was
dead
Then the young man tried to explain
that the insect eXterminator was intend