HE SMELT SMOKE.

Kumara Times, Issue 620, 23 September 1878, Page 2

HE SMELT SMOKE.

When the .eyeitementT was at its height in America,- during, the teceht railroad riots, a. stalwart citizen felt.the necessity-of_ up. The mayor had, ordered the closing of all. saloons and drinking-places, and the police 'had',enforced'■'rtho^.regulations . rigidly. But there a baok-door itfl. Gingerbread Rowland behind! <the.!bar! I there was “ long - range? lightning k

■whiskey.” ; The stalwart citizen crept 1 in, got his “ drink,” and beat a retreat. Soon he _waa overwhelmed with burning sensations internally. Komer-hipg. .seemed to be blazing there, and he burst into a doctor’s shop exclaiming, “ For Heaven’s sake pump me out quick !” “ What is wrong with you?” inquired the doctor. “ Get the pump ready while I. am .telling you. I’m burning up inside, Hurry !. I took a drink .down in Gingerbread Row, They have pjtit a job upon, me. I am poisoned.” The doctor suddenly interposed, “ Why, ,1. smell something burning myself ;” apd, opening .the patient’s waistcoat, he juand a.hole three inches ia diameter, ■burned in his shirt-front. While the stalwartcitizen was taking his “drink” Ire-had dropped a cigar-stump between ,his waistcoat and slm'fc. “Didn’t you .smell , smoke 1” asked the doctor. ** You’re right—l did ; but I thought it was coming out of my mouth,” replied , the “ cit”