Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1903-03-25

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the tablecloth, he scrambled over the
stone wall just as Plato was upon him.
He dropped on the other side, but
something else fell too. There was a
faint cry, and then it was very still
save for the heavy breathing of the
bull as he trampled and tore the table
| cloth into ribbons. Having vented his
wrath on this article, he galloped down
the road and was soon out of sight.
Presently Miss Eliza's head appeared
above the wall on the opposite side OF
the road. How quiet 1t was; the bull
had disappeared and where was Mugsy?
In fear and trembling she regained the
rad and walked quickly towards the
house.
She passed the remains Of the table
cloth. Such pity! The diamond pat
tern had been her pride and JOY; "but
then it might been me-" she thought,
and went on.
Through the house and barn she
went, calling "Mugsy, Mugsy," and her
heart beat faster and faster, for she
did not hear the familiar "Imc COM
in, MisaDliza."
Then it occurred to her that the
table cloth, had been very near the
stone WALL and she ran down TO where
it lay and looked over.
There lay Mugsy, his eyes closed and
heavy stone on one foot.
Miss Eliza pulled several of the
stones from the wall so she could step
over, and lifted off the heavy one that
lay on Mugsy's foot.
She caught him in her arms and kiss
ed him again and again, rubbed his
hands and called his name.
Mugsy opened his eyes and said
family
I'm comm"
Miss Eliza rolled up her apron and
put it under Mugsy's head and then
hastened back to the house, where she
put two Of her best down pillows into
the wheelbarrow and ,,turning to
Mugsy, lifted him gently in and started
for the house.
When she reached the gate she saw
Silas Perkins coming up the road, lead
ing his bull by stout chain attached
to a ring in his nose.
"Well, 1 never was so glad to see
you, Sile Perkins. You jist mitch that
critter O yourn TO that apple tree, an
hitch him strong, harness up old Peg,
and go for Doctor Wakefield. That
beast has most killed my boy"
Your boy! Well, l swan"
eyes, my boy; don't stand there ask
ing foolish questions; don't know
but he'll die"
sf=''aarfaef retkrss restkaas'tsK aas'tsK oheycd-
eon most It everybody VERY did whenSlsS Eliza
Miss somers laid Mugsy on 6isssofa
IN the kitchen, and made him as co,Sl
Portable as possible.
Soon she heard Farmer Perkins,
Whoa, Peg!" and Doctor Wakefield
hurried in.
We'll, Mugsy, what's the trouble?
Qh. j see; zths,sssystesds-- n GU )" said the
ing. "Humph, we isLhe bootastock-
ether, guess; now just take a long
breath; that's the boy, again; once
more"
AS Mugsy lost consciousness, Doctor
Wakefield turned TO Miss Eliza and
said
"It's pretty bad, but there's only one
small bone broken, he will be round
spry as ever in a few weeks.
The doctor stayed until Mugsy began
to recover from the effects of the ether,
and then Miss Eliza knelt by the side
of the sofa and said,-
"How did you come to think of the
table cloth, Mugsy?"
He stole one arm around Miss Elias
neck and said;-
81 knowed yer warnt much on racln'
an'-an'-I liked yer, just-likc-a
girl"
One Sunday morning six months af-
ter, Miss Eliza stood at the font in the
little village church with boy about
eight years old, whom the minister
baptized Joseph Henry Somers.-Wav'