The poor sot, with trembling hand, held it in front of his face, and looked in. 'Well,' said he, 'if that ain't a swelled head I hope I may never be a senator! or sell my vote again at Harrisburg.' 'Poor man!' exclaimed the bystanders. 'Fellers,' said the legislator, 'wot d'ye think I'd better do?' Here he gave another hard look in the glass. 'I ought to be back in Harrisburg right off, but I cant go with a head like that onto me. Nobody'd give me ten cents to vote for 'em with such a head as that. It's a'-- 'Big thing,' interrupted a bystander. 'Fellers,' said the blackguard, 'I'll kill a feller any day of the week, with old rye, if he'll only tell er feller how to cure this head of mine.' 'Have it shaved, sir, by all means,' spoke the landlady: 'shaved at once, and then a mild fly blister will draw out the inflammation, and the swelling will go down. Don't you think so, doctor?' The doctor thus addressed was a cow doctor, but, accustomed to attending brutes, his advice was worth something in the present case; so he also recommended shaving and blistering. 'I'll go git the barber right off the reel, sha'n't I?' asked the doctor, to which the legislator assenting, it chanced that in fifteen minutes his head was as bald as a billiard ball, and in a few more was covered with a good-sized fly blister. 'Ouch--good woman--how it hurts!' he cried. But that was only the beginning of it. 'Ee-ea-ah!' he roared, as it grew hotter and hotter. One might have heard him a mile. The neighbors did hear it, and rushed in. The joke was 'contaminated' round among them, and they enjoyed it. He had disgusted them all. 'Golly! what a big head!' cried a bystander. The legislator took another look at the glass. They held it about a yard from him. 'It's gittin' smaller, ain't it?' he groaned. 'Yes, it's wiltin',' said the landlady. 'Now go to bed.' He went, and on rising departed. Whether he ever became an honest man is not known, but the legend says he has from that day avoided 'bust-head whiskey.' * * * * * Don't you _see_ it, reader? The landlady had shown him his face in a convex mirror--one of those old-fashioned things, which may occasionally be found in country taverns. * * * * * WAR-WAIFS.