Year: 1873

CovILLE's boy was at the velocipede
| rink Friday night. 1t was not his inten-
tion of going there to ride velocipede.


He went up there to whip boy who put
some chewing-gum where he sat down on
it in school, and, owing to language he
used on the occasion, was prevented from
leaving the building in time to make the
proper connection with the criminal. He
found the boy there, as he expected, and,
doubling up his fist so the middle joint of
the second finger protruded in very
alarming manner, he approached the
young man, with view of giving him
"blazes," as ne subsequently confided to
the opponent himself, when, alas for hui
man expectation the willy foe brought out
top with brass peg, and generously of
fered it to his adversary. The look OF IRE
in Coville's boys eye died completely out,
the rigid muscles of his fist relaxed, and
the next minute the top was in his own
pocket, with the ferocious fist closed over
it, insteak of banging up the frame OF the
other boy. After few minutes of desul-
tory conversation, in which not the re-
motest reference was made to the late un-
pleasantness, two of the velocipedes were
vacated, and, at the invitation of the other
boy, Coville's boy mounted one of them
for display of his agility. The other
boy could ride, but this was Coville's boys
first experiment. AT first he fell mostly
on his side, but after while he grew more
acquainted with the vagaries of the ma
chine, and commenced to strike on the
top Of his head thus saving his clothes
and shielding the machine. Getting tired
of the monOtony and becoming a trihe
uneasy on account of its frequency, he
finally dashed out on the track, spun part
ways round, commenced to waver as three
o ther machines bore down upon his rear
and lost his balance just as they reached
him, and went down on his nose, thus
forming the cornerstone to a remarkable
mass of mixed velocipedes, legs and
shrieks The other boys were helped up
at once by the keeper, who took Coyille's
boy by the ear, under the impression that
he was the malicious source Of iall9the
trouble, and waltzed him out to the stFeet
Any other boy would have went straight
home and had himself done up in cotton
and sweet oil, but Coville's boy was not
made of such stuff. He painted for re-
venge. When the keeper let go of him he
went round to back street and tore
picket from fence, and returned to the
entrance of the rink, where he patiently
waited for the keeper to appear, that he
might kill him with the picket. He didn't
care how long he had to wait. An uncle
was visiting at the house, and his father
wouldn't dare whip him while there was
company around. Pretty soon he heard
steps descending the stairs, and peeking
through the crack of the door he saw the
keeper approach. He waited with the
stick drawn until the shadow crossed the
threshold, and then lunged frightful
blow at the victims stomach, hit the
mark, and fed. A half hour later, while
lying rejoicing in bed, his father dashed
intothe room and, picking him up by his
hair, stood him ON the floor, and silently
but vigorously warmed his legs with what
the miserable boy, from the meager OPP
pOrtunity he had of observing the weapon,
was confident was the identical picket
which short time ago floHrished in his
own possession. But the elder Coville
made no explanation. Late the next day
Mrs. Coville found opportunity to explain
to him that his uncle had gone out TO hunt
him up for some ice cream, and had
strolled into the rink, where, learning
that he had just gone home, he was re-
tracing his way when he was murderous-
ly assaulted by his own nephew, and
nearly knocked into eternity.-Danbary
Nelos.