Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1873-05-08

peIlenCe III slCkneSS. one llau DTOuSnJ
a large family of her own successfully
through all the mumps, measles, and
other ills infant flesh is heir to, and
was now experimenting on a yearly
increasing circle of grandchildren, be-
sides acting as adviser generally for
the whole neighborhood. What Aunt
Debbie didn't know about doctoring
was generally considered not worth
knowing at all.
As Mrs. Whitaker drove up she de-
scried Aunt Debbies ample form out
in the garden, bending DER the sage
! bed. AT the sonnd of wheels, she
Strengthened up, pushed her sun bon.
net back, and peered sharply through
her spectaclcs to see who was going
by.
"Well, | never!" she exclaimed, as
Mrs. Whitaker drove into the yard.
"If it amt you, Miss Whitaker l
was jest thinkin about you. How
aeac you do? Seems if | hadn't seen
you for an age. Cum right along in,
and Kiahll put your horse out"
"Thank you, but I've only came for
a call | can't stop long"
"Wcll, how dye all dew at home ?"
asked Aunt Deboie, after she had
ushed her visitor into the sitting room,
rolled up one green paper curtain, and
settled down to her knitting. Aunt
Debbe could always talk easier with
her knitting work in hand.
"Pretty well, thank you, except Su-
san. came over partly to see you
about her. She don't seem to get
along as should like to have her"
"NIiss Haskell was telin me, last
Sunday, how ailin' Susan's ben, this
summer. From what Miss Haskell
said l should think she's good deal
as my Melissa was, five years ago. /
cured Melissa with boneset."
"Susan's been taking that, more Or
less, all summer"
''Does she cough any q
"No,"
"Because if she did, colt-foot tea is a
grand thing. Amt she bilious? p
'I shouldt wonder if she was"
Well, now if she was my girl l
should give her good dose of blue
pill to begin with, and follow it out
with a smart course of castor lie or
salts. I should keep right on with
the boncSet three times day-tis
very strengthenin'- and I'd have her
take raw egg in half a glass of cider
every monin' before breakfast. That's
one of the best things ! know of for
weakly folks. Is she narvous about
sleepin'?"
"Yes, she is, rather
"There's nothin' so good for mar
vousness as hop tea. Give her some
every night, the last thing before she
goes to bed, and make her q hop pill
low. l guess if you follow her up
thoroughly you'll bring her out all
right. There's nothin' like bein'
thorough" said Aunt Debbie, with
the emphatic air of long experience.
After much further advice, Mrs.
Whitaker set out for home, burning
with zeal to "tollow up" Susan with
all Aunt Debbies prescriptions. What
the consequences would have been to
poor Susan one shudders to think
Fortunately fate kindly interposed in
her behalf
1t seems a clear case of one "born
in the woods to be scared at an OWL"
that the old Whitaker horse should
take it into his ancient head to be
frightened at moving machine, but
such was actually the case. AS he
was jogging along, head down, ap-
parently lost in the memories Of his
faraway youth, he came suddenly upon
Deacon Fosket's rafting, Gathering
moving machine. Up went his head,
one snort, one jump sideways, and
away he plunged down the hill, twitch-
ing the veins from Mrs. Whitaker's
hand by the suddenness of this unex-
pected start. A big rut at the foot of
the hill-over goes the wagon on top
of Mrs. Whitaker-and Deacon Fos-
kett and his heired man run down the
hill to find Mrs. Whitaker with one
leg broken, a sprained shoulder, and
any amount OF bruises and wlenches.
What was to come of the Whitakers,
now that the main spoke of the domes-
tic wheel was useless They hire
a girl, of course, suggests the intelli-
gent reader. But hiring girl ia
Tully was no such trifing matter
Mr.. Whitaker devoted week to