A CURE FOR HICCOUGH.

Thames Star, Volume XVI, Issue 5079, 25 April 1885, Page 4

A CURE FOR HICCOUGH.

" Hiccough !'\ the sound came from a TeryTajt man in a big fur-lined overcoat, and it issued from the folds of his fat j throat with such force that nearly every | one in the elevnted train looked around. The fat man calmly gazed out of the window, and complacently picked his teeth- '■ Hiccough!" Again it rang through the car, and again the fat man bocame the focus of all eyes. This time a little boy ncross the way snickered out aloud, and a little girl on tltn opposite seat put her hands before her month, and " tee heed" with snch enjoyment that the fat man's face grew red with embarrassment. " Hiccough ! Hiccough 1" Two came in succession here, and the big coat fairly shook. Nearly all the passengers were smiling now, except ! one stern faced old lady, who gave him a crushing look ■ over- her gold-rimmed - spectacles Unnoticed by alia benevolent, looking little man sat a few feet behind the unfortunate fat man. Any one could sec that he w ; as just the sort of man who would go several blocks out of his way to accommodate a stranger, or, if asked,a question about a street, would glibly roll off the Topography of half of New York ; or that-he knew all signs end cure's and remedies for all common ailments. It was easy to see, too, that ho was thinking of tho ways in which hiccough cou'.d be cured,-and a few minutes later all were conscious that the method he bad selected" was to scare it cut of the victim. The fat man was still hiccoughing ns tho little man, wilh a smile on his face, -steadily crept op behind him and just as he saw the fat man's throat trembling for another explosion he brought both hands down on his shoulders, and shouted, " Shoo!" At that instant the little man fell forward until he looked as if he were svrimming in the big man's hat. Up spraDg tho big man with a roar. m " Ohj I didn't nvan that, really,"'exclaimed the little philanthropist, but catching sight of the distorted features of his victim/ he turned and fled to the door, which the brakesman was just, opening. .But the fat man* was nimbler and.He caught his benefactor with a big square- toed boot, " Eighty-six" shouted tho brakesman, wilh lowered head, but his cry was cut short us the little man straddled his buck and fell in a heap on the other side, where he picked himself up end fled through tho car. The fat man took his seat. Tho hiccough was cured, but, seated in the last seat of the hiudmovt car, the little philanthropist did not wear that look of triumph and satisfaction which is . presumed to follow the j success of a cherished aim.—New York Times,