A VARNISHED TALE.

Evening Star, Issue 3608, 15 September 1874, Page 3

A VARNISHED TALE.

“All the pews in our chapel were painted and varnished during the past month, and while fixing Dr. Clamm’s pew the workman accidently left a large sp'otch of varnish on the back of it. Last Sunday, Dr. (Tamm’s ton, Johnny, had had his hair palled once or twice during service by Ballet’s boy in the pew in the rear. After a while young Mr Clamm became quiet, and plccod his head rightagainstthis one mass of untried varnish. Presently he attempted to move, but the varnish had got among his hair, and it held hj m tight. After makng one or two des perate but ineffectual efforts to release himself, he became very angry, and supposing that Bullet’s boy was holding him, he said, in a low whisper, ‘ Let go o’ my hair ! Let go o’ my hair, I tell you !’ The minister paused just as he had entered upon the conderation of * thirdly,’ and the congregation looked round in am zemeut, just in time to see young Clamm with his head statu quo, aiming dreadful blows with his fist at some unseen person behind him. And every time he struck in this manner he vociferated, ‘l’ll put a head on you after church ! I’ll go for you, Bill Bullet, when I ketc i you alone! Let go o my hair, I tell you or I’ll mash yer nose!’ *c. 'the deacon, who came running up, thought the boy had the nightmare, and w; i talking in his sleep, and old Mrs Jones, in the pew in front, screamed for the doctor, under the impression that Clamm junior was involved in a series of frightful convulsions, while Bullet’s boy sat up at the end of his pew looking as solemn as if the sermon had made a deep impression on him. the sexton took out his jack-knife, and sawed off Rough of Mr Clamm’s hair to release him, and then dragged him out into the vestibule, while the victim kept glancing around at Bullet’s boy and shaking his fist at that urchin as if to indicate that he cherished deadly designs upon young Bullet. The eontest, however, has been averted by an explanation, and we were glad to see, on Thursday, young Clamm playing hop-scotch with Bullet’s boy, in apparent forgetfulness of recent sorrows.”—‘Danbury News ’