Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1881-07-02

look owlish. an. don't DO no good, dou't want
tlade in no time. There's sour cream ' eoou S
an told her I'd make some tip-top fiaptacks
for supper. Don't you take an extry step Tor
h me ss n1s abe say. I'm goin, g feast on
nothin' bettern n sour cream flapJacks but
s shes 50 Of ,fraid O. givin' trounle That's what
ItNathan guessed that the name OF this ex-
tolled delight was written on DR.. Allis' Indsr
Erpor9dtortnS, he nevertheless ate his own
share with due satisfaction. and equally en-
crumbling tarts, and the delicate strong tea,
set forth IN the best china to honor the visitor,
who. much to sarah's disappointment, elected
brown bread and milk, after all.
How 1t was brought about neither Aunt
Larkin nor Nathan could have told. but Ooa-
diah's Sarah, whose Declaration of Indepen-
out for nobody found herself permanently In.
stalled In that cool and spOtlesS kitchen within
three days of Doctor Allls's advent. Aunt
La LaIkln I having repeated for thirty years that
clutterin round to pick up AFTER" and her son
being accustomed to accept as final whatever
domestic views his mother promulgated, re-
ceived the new dlspensation with submission
on the one part and rejoicing on the other. The
Doctors luggage appeared to consist In great
part IN FRANKLIN Square novels. and she In.
hour Series" And when Nathan came home
one afternoon to find his mother comfortably
rocking In her large chair on the veranda deep
and instead Of stirring no o' pancakes or max n
Ing button-holes, he said to himself, 'Allls is
witch, bless herr! Yes. already it had gone SO
far that the unwoman!y doctor was "Allis" to
him. And at tea this studiOus young sage, who
spent all his leisure in gardening among classic
roots. announced that as tomorrow would be
Sal urday, he was sure they coulu not 90 bet
ter than to drive over to Bethesda Springs, all
OF them: and spend an Idle day in that great
Vanity Fair.
But tomorrow it was Nathan's turn. His
head was chained to his pillow with shackies
OF pain. 1t was seaslckness, he said to himself
without the palsy OF the will. 1t was fever
without the blessed intervals of unconscious
iron boot. II the faint STRINGS OF desire might
be called hope. he hoped his mother would rot
prescribe msgnesia, or bring him the dreaded
''cup o. tea
By-ahd by came DR.. Alns, With noiseless
presence, cool hands. low voice, and potent pre-
scriptiOn. AS the slow hours dragged on, the
headache yielded grudgingly, irresolutely. with
was free from pain, but tired out and despon.
dent. Sitting In the cool dusk OF the honey
suekles. he said. I'D give third of my life,
Allis, to buy on these headaches from the rest
OF IL. Sometimes think they will shut me out
from any career whatever. Can't you cure
them, little GaleD?"
mo. Herr Professor, not while you invite
them, solicit them. compel them.'
81, Ails? l don't give them an inch of van
tage. rise early go to bed early. don't even
smoke, and fight them to the death when they
come"
Nathan. l should like to talk to you for your
good, though you'll hate me for It. You've
hall forgotten that am a female doctor, and
SIS a person am less Objectionable than you
feared 'TWere pity OF my life to disturb this
state OF emity. But at heart Pm professional
above all things, and you see I can't advise
'Lay on Macduf1,' dare say she'n't know
when I'm hit. And If do feel the whfr and
wind OF your fen SWORD won't whimper."
Nathan, do you know that your mother
killed those six children whose little graves she
shoW ,9ei m me to-day"
Yes; although she would have died for any
one OF them. Ana but that you were tougher
ibred. as well as finer fibered than the rest.
you would have completed the hecatomb
Your grandmother mamma says. was exactly
like your mother, all 'f3culfy' energy and
thrift. She would clean two rooms In day
paint, windows and all-churn get the dime
for great family of men folks take are OF
her children, and make pair OF panJalOOns
before bedtime. or course she was 'Worry!n,
with ell her nerves on the surface and OF course
she had to bequeath to her girls this same
ovelWrought mental and physical condition.
Aunt LaTkln, With less muscular strength than
her mother, has emulated her achievements.
and, half starved herself, has half starved her
children, nrst. In their Inheritance, and, Sec
"Allis, you are wild. Mother. and grand
mother before her, made generous living prl-
u.
living Is sure to be semi starvation. You have
had the finest OF bread, and delicious fatal
light biscuit, and cake, and preserves, and
nuts, and incessant coffee. and salt fish fried
with pork scraps, and heavy boiled dishes
yelled In a film Of fat, and fresh meats fried
aid sausages; ard spare rib, sp are rib. toujours
spare-rib. What has your brain fouGd in this
Barmecide feast? What food for your delicate,
tense nerves? DO you mink II any wonder that
they collapse, as &c we're, from hamilton twice
/ & n CT II
yourself (pardon the expression, but am IN
ttmper-p Professional Of course) on hydro car
0o5 aeeous foods, imposing monstrous tasks on
sITeats disaffection throughout the ranks OF
It's associates. You are starving for vital phos-
peates. DIDN'T you study ply si0logy at school?
f rernaa d you teaen IT, even and what do you
cree. There's religion of the body let me tell
you. unIegenerate boy. I've no DOUBT you rem
der into beautiful English that story or NJ ar
sya and Apollo and what do you know or c are
ABOUT our own skin, that texture OF miraculous
skill? You read that Minerva sprang from the
brain Of Jove. But why should you expect wis
dom 10 De BORN from yours? You use 1t without
mercy sixteen hours day. You are subject to
that fatal drain which stupidity is always
making upon eleverness. There's no vampire
ride. dance, row. play base ball, practice
archery, whist. and go to town every Vacation
for ia an instructive course OF theaters?''
leave out half the work ought to do as il is.n
fought. ought Oh dear, how shall we ston
the roll OF that Juggernaut which brushes all
your race? You have no pure joy In existence
1t doesn't even seem that you have any love of
life in itself. It's only useful for the work you
can wiring out OF it. You make yourselves less
than your moods and lenses, LEGS that your
butter and cheese. Time! II there isn't time
TO get wen and keep well, you'd better change
Tor eternity. as you will, my dear young friend,
IL you cont reform. know that the kind Of
headache which you and Aunt Lsrkin are
cursed vi d never comes except with over.
work and under feeding. she must go on to
suHer, poor thing, though less, hope. But you
can cure yourself II you will Obey me- and
YOU shall be new man In a year, giving me
that delight in your growing health which an
artist fee In his growing picture"
;" Dear Allls, aohor bran, and mother would
never cook It."
Dear simpleton, who asked you? No. you
shalI nave delicious SOUPS aad inviting meats
ana salads or celestial lineage, and vegetables.
ana MIX, and such bread as you have never
tasted. MADE OF flour whose whole value has
not paid tribute to the Miller
" But ODadfahS Sarah
ION, yes she can. IllteaCh her. We can do
II all, and more, II only you will persu ade 70 ur
mother that 1t Is my lark, or your within. or
what you will, so that we do not seem to 81, b.
vert the law OF generations, or repEoach the
Old order with the new. Don't you See what a
new creature she is since have made aer rest?
And when she says. plaintively, as In her mo-
meltS OF rebellion she does Tine house ia NOT
what ft was Qf, peradyeItuIe, Sarah has for
gotten TO SET he salt f0ht