A RADICAL CURE.

Westport Times, Volume VIII, Issue 1176, 15 May 1874, Page 4

A RADICAL CURE.

Mrs Buckley directed her son Samuel, a lad of fourteen years, to take a turn at the churn. Now as Samuel had set his heart on going a-fishing at that very time, "ho got his back up" and flatly refused to agitate the cream. The curvature was promptly taken out of his spine by a slipper, and with " tears in his eyes" he went on duty with the dasher. In about an hour, and during the brief absence of his mother, his eye fell upon a plate of fly poisou, and a bright, smart thought struck him. Just before Mrs B. came in, Samuel lifted the fatal platter to bis face, and as she entered he put the poison from his lips with the dramatic exclamation, " There, mother, I guess you won't lick me no more!" JNow what did the Spartan dame do ? Did she shriek for a doctor and fall into hysterics ? ]S r ot much. She simply shook Samuel by the nape of the neck, lifted him deftly into the pantry, beat the white of six eggs together, and told him to engulf the same instanter; he refusing, she called the hired girl, and in a twinkling Sam found himself outside the albumen. Then Mrs B. began preparing a mustard emetic. Seeing this, Sam's pluck dissolved, and he commenced begging, saying, " I was only tryin' to skeer ye." "But the stern mother was not to be softened, and Samuel had to swallow the mustard. lie was then forced to take a dose of painkiller, and had his back rubbed with " Vigour of Life," and his stomach with the " Oil of Gladness." Then he vomited up everything but his boots and socks. This being over he took seven Ayer's pills, two spoonsful of castor oil, a teaspoonful of salts, and a blue pill. That boy will not try to " skeer" his mother again this season.