The Virginia enterprise., 1909-07-30

Uncle Ashdod Clute enjoyed pretty
fair health until he received the pink.
covered patent medicine booklet from
the city last March, and then, all al
once, he realized that he was one OF
the sickest men in Bet:ville. He saw
that he had 18 of the 10 deadly dis
eases, and he had hopes that he could
gather up the other two symptoms be-
fore fall and make a clean record OF
it. He got all ready to die as soon
as the other two symptoms appeared
for he is such a tough old codger that
he knew no less than 19 deadly dis
eases would have any effect on him
and he would probably be dead now
if he hadn't started to read a serial
story in the inside of the Betzville
Weekly News.
AS soon as he got interested in the
serial story he wanted to live until
he saw how it ended, and he grew
anxious about his death, and wrote a
letter to a fortune teller in the city
and asked when he was going to die
He told all his symptoms and how
many deadly diseases he had, and his
case must have looked sort of hope
less to the fortune teller, for he got
letter back saying Uncle Ashdod's
last breath would mingle with the at.
mosphere of Betzville during the next
30 days. And then, as sort of balm,
the fortune teller said that if his last
breath didn't mingle in the next 80
days, Uncle Ashdod was probably Sc
tough he would live forever.
Any ordinary man would have lost
hope upon receiving such prediction,
but Uncle Ashdod is not an ordinary
man. He saw Immediately that he
had chance for life, if he could keep
his last breath from mingling with the
atmosphere of Betzville during the
next 80 days, and his first thought
was that he would move over to
Clutestown for four or five weeks, but
he was afraid that If he did he might
miss a copy of the Betzville Weekly
News, so he gave that up. Then he
saw that If he could just know when
he was ready to breathe his last
breath, and could step outside Of the
town limits to breathe it, and breathe
it where the wind was blowing away
from town, there might still be q
chance for him, II his last breath
could keep ahead of the wind, so that
the atmosphere of Betzville wouldn't
catch up with it and mingle. But the
trouble was to know when his last
breath was going to be breathed.
He got a lot Of advice ON it from
some Of Betzville's most prominent
citizens, but nothing that seemed o.
any practical value, until sigms
Stephens spoke up. Sigma said it was
tho .luckiest thing in the world that he
had overstocked with glass preserve
bottles that year, and that he would
sell the lot to Uncle Ashdod at hall
price, including the rubber bands ant
tops, so they would be alright. Then
If Uncle Ashdod just breathed every
breath into preserve bottle and i'm
mediately screwed the lid on tight, hi
| would be sure to have his last breath
safely bottled up so that it couidnr
mingle with any atmosphere what
ever.
This seemed good idea to Uncle
Ashdod, being common sense and prac
tical, so he bought the lot of preserve
bottles, quarts and half quarts, and bs
gan to breathe his breaths into then
right there.
Of course it was little inconven
| lent for a man as active as Uncle Ash
| dod, because he had to tote a wheel
barrow loaded with bottles wherever
he went, and sometimes when HI
would run out of bottles we would SCI
him scooting for home lickety-split TO,
bottle to breathe into, and as red IL
the face from holding his breath a,
a snow-arple, but It worked out al
right. ''"
Once he got his breath into q bottl.
he was mighty careful Of that bottle
and he didn't leave Any bottles arount
where they. might get damaged. HI
carried them ~ UP to his attic anl
stood them IN rows, and it got to be ,
familiar sight g zee Uncle Ashdof
going around with q preserve bottl,