The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1889-01-10
THAT CERTIFICATE.
Farmer Lynn's Acute Attack Of
Doctors Latin.

tAeE AyAus DIS Guo uOCLOr lC1G on MS
final visit; lies when fall plowin' s
got to be done an there amt nobody
to do it. I never did see any thin so
onlucky. It's bad enutf to be stopped
short in my career as twas, but to
think I kin never do another stroke of
work so long as live it's jes' too bad!"
why, feyther. it amt as bad as
thet." said his wife, peering at him
through her spectacles. "A broken
arm amt a goin' to invalidate you like
that. S'posin' it he'd been your neck"
thought es we'll hev been," said the
farmer. shortly. Its no use talkin',
mother, I've paid the doctor for his
'pinion and there it's on black an
white, jes' as he writ it out himself.
faint broken arm, eyether. It's a
heap wuss. You kin see for yourself.
There's the doctors certifcut.
Mrs. Lynn took the piece of paper
and studied it carefully for some time.
Then she laid it down.
Il can't make head nor tail of it,
Jeptha, but mebbe you can," she said.
Its tew bad that you should be so
'tlicted, but you know the Lord loveth
whom He chaseth, and it's only the
wicked that go on and flourish like a
bay rum tree
''Humph!'' grumbled her husband,
"that's all very we'll, but who's to do
The farm work, fodder the stock, and
-oh-oh--oh, it's jes too bad! Me laid
up like an old woman and tied into a
cheer!''
Dear, dear, it does seem unfortnit,''
Mrs. Lynn said, with her usual ready
sympathy, "but, Jeptha, you must
bear it like a Christian, if it isp't a
relishin' dose. It do seem queer that
sech a afaiction should happen to a
man as active as you be. I reckon it's
aspeshial Providence"
"Hev you writ to Rube, mother?'
asked the farmer shortly, moving dis
tressfully in his arm chair.
mo. but I shouldn't be 'sprised,
'eyther, if Hetty had been writin'. I'll
ask her." and she stepped to the stair
door, and called softly to some one
above.
Here l am, Auntie," responded a
cherry voice, and the next moment
tight feet battered down the stairs, and
\ pretty girl with cheeks as red as q
June apple, and eyes like stars, stood
In the kitchen.
This was niece Hetty, who was maxi
Ing long visit to her fathers brother,
and had come from away up in Ver-
mont.
''Did you write to Rube bout your
uncle's affliction?" asked Mrs. Lynn.
mo, Auntie; Rube never asked me
TO write to him."
you've got to write meow, Hetty,"
said her uncle, land tell him of my
misfortin, an let him know he's got to
come home and set to work ON the
farm, whether it be to his likin' or not,
an tell him he mought as we'll give up
college learnin', for oncet an all.''
IL thought he was studying to be
hdoctor," said Hetty, timidly.
$50 he wuz, but I've got to be a help
less cripple-oh, Lord it's hard-for
the rest of my days; he's got to work
the farm to keep us from starving.
There amt nobody but him, and he
hates farmin' like pizen. faint to his
ikin', but it is to mine, but I'll never
do another stroke of work. An me not
-. turned sixty yet
lis it so bad?" asked Hetty, in sym
pathetic tone, twill your arm have to
taken of, Uncle Jeptha?''
''Wuss than that, child, wuss than
that sighed the farmer. "Read that
there certifcut and sec what the doctor
says, an he knows what he's talkin
about"
Hetty took up the piece of paper and
studied it attentively.
II don't understand it," she said at
last, ''but it must be something dread
full. What does it mean?"
1T means that l can never do another
days work again. The doctor amt
comm any more-he amt time to ride
out nine miles to see me often. I asked
him what it was, and he told me, and
Igot him to write it down in black and
white. don't want folks to think it's
n ordinary sprain, an Jeptha Lynn is
too shift less to work in his old age"
YOU'D better sit right down and
write to Rube, suggested Hetty's aunt.
It'll be hard medicine, I'm sure, for
him to Civ up his learnin' an come
down from bein' a doctor, as he has
allus wanted to be; but it can't be
cured and must be endured, as the
copy book used to say. You can write
The lettar and send it tonight"