The Prescott daily news., 1912-04-19

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 So Ira rose, pushed the checkers aside, and said in an unusually posi-
 tive tone: "Ah, Miss Cattle, won't ycu
 have a look at the landscape?"
 "Oh, thank you, MT. Lathrop," said
 Anne, T just love scenery" They wandered forth like the Sleep ing Beauty and her princely awaken er and never dreamed what giggling5 and nudgings and wise head-noddings | went on back of them. Mrs. Wellington laughed loudest of all at the lovers
 whose heads had grown gray while their hearts were still so green. It was shortly after this that the | Wellingtons themselves came into prominence in the train life.
 AS the train approached Green
 River, and it's copper-basined stream,
 the engineer began to set the air | brakes for the stop. Jimmie Yelling
 ton, boozily half-awake in the smok- | ing room, wanted to know what the
 name of the station was. Everybody | is always eager to oblige a drunken
 man, so Ashton and Fosdick tried :o | set window open to look out.
 The first one they labored at, they could not budge after biceps-break-
 ing tug. The second flew up with such
 ease that they went over backward. Ashton put his head out and an- ! nounced that the approaching depot
 was labelled Green River" Yelling
 ton burbled: What a beautiful name i for a shtation."
 Ashton announced that there was
 something beautifuller still on the l platform-"Oh, a peach!--a nectarine!
 and she's getting on this train" Even Doctor Temple declared that she was a deax litte thing, wasn't
 she?
 Wellington pushed him aside, say | ing: Stand back Doc, and let me
 see; have a keen sense of beautiful" " "Be careful" cried the doctor,
 he'll fall out of the window" Not out of that window" Ashton
 sagely observed. seeing the bulk of | Wellington. As the train started off
 again, Little Jimmie distributed alco- holic smiles to the Green Riverers on | the platform and called out: Good bye, everybody. You're all | abslootly-ow- owl" He clapped his | hand to his eye and crawled back into
 the car, grCaning with pain. Whats the matter?' said Wedge
 wood. Got something in your eye?" No, you blamed fool. I'm trying to look through my thumb" "Poor fellow!" sympathizad Doctor Temple, fits a cinder!" "A cinder! It's at leasht a ton of | coal"
 q say, old boy, let me have a peek, l"
 said Wedgewood, screwing in his mon. ocle and peering i.,o the depths of Wellington's eye. T cant see a bally | thing"
 "Of course not, with that binder | en- growled the miserable wretch | weeping in spite of himself and rub
 bipg his smarting orb. Don't rub that eye" Ashton coun. solled, rub the other eye" It's my eye; I'll rub it if want to.
 Get me a doctor, somebody. I'm | dying
 | Here's Doctor Temple" said Ash ton, right on the job" Wellington turned to the old clergyman with pa \ thetic trust, and the deceiver writhed in his disguise. The best he could ! think of was; Will somebody lend me lead pencil?" | What for?" said Wellington, un- easily.
 T am going to roll your upper lid
 up on it," said the Doctor.
 "Oh, no, you're not" said the pa
 tient. You can roll your own lids!" Then the conductor, still another
 conductor, wandered on the scene and
 asked as if it were not a world-impor-
 tant matter: Whats the matter , pick up cinder?" Yes. Perhaps you can get 1t out"
 the alleged doctor appealed. ! The conductor nodded: The best
 way is this-take hold of the wink.
 ers."
 The what?" mumbled Wellington. | Grab the winkers of your upper
 eyelid in your right hand"
 I've got 'em."
 Now grab the winkers of your low.
 CT eyelid in your left hand. Now
 raise the right hand, push the under
 lid under the overlid and haul the
 overlid over the underlid; when you
 have the overlid well over the un. ! der"
 Wellington waved him away: Say what do you think Pm trvi-c to Sop