New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1890-06-08
forth a large bottle which was reou

Gilead tree, and then with alcohol poured on the
buds. All the neighbors used from that bottle
for every kind OF outward application.
"Take il right home n use what YOU need,
said Mrs. Whiting. Don't you want me ter
run over ter night n rub it in? tn do We the
slightest Of good
But Marcia professed that She could rub it in
herself. and she walked slowly homeward with
her stocking-bag and the bottle
Her friend watched her. As she did So Mr.
Whiting came in and began TO wash his hands At
the sink in profuse lather made by vigorous
application of homemade soft-soap.
"Marshy amt we'll, said Mrs Whiting IN,
now she's ben n strained herself with thcm
doors I shouldn't wonder if The begun to fail
" hone she will. s fur 8 Sam Barnes S con.
cerned | should Jest like ter see that man git
his come-uppance, I should, there! n he 50
pleasant out round ] want him ter have his
reward n | want him to have 1t in this world,
too; n me seen him take it.
The Speakers face became redder and her eyes
fercer as she talked Hr husband was now as
vigorously drying his hands on the roundabout
towel"
He spoke in husky, comfortable voice:
Now, Mis- Within, let it pass; let it pass,
Mis- Within he said.
This was his formula when his wife became
excited. He added:
You know you always say tits her fault Sam
is as he is
SO tits, tbs cried the other, n don't
that make me all the madder?7
The next day Mrs. Whiting meant TO run over
and see how the balmy-gilead worked. but she
had company from " The city,, ard it was nearly
week before she walked up the lilac path tina,
led to the well-to-do two-story white house owned
by Mr. Barnes Being ne.1nbor, she did not
think Of going in by tire front door, but turned
off at side path where horseradish was
growing luxuriantly that the long broad leaves
almost covered the footway.
In The summer Kitchen an unfinished room
cook stove, she found Mr.. Barnes straning milk
into some. pans set for i. on the table
+" How be .ye, Mr.. Barnes?' said Mrs. Whiting.
m how's Marshy p
Mr. Barnes said he was "tOllable IN health,
but Marshy was kinder pndlin. lie didn't know
what was the matter, but women didn't amount
TO much, any way. He had to send on his tws
~ pantln' not much lnOre ~ done, n hoein'
begun he concluded it's mighty poor time Ter
- s'pose her blood's all run down. remarked
It is TO be noticed that, when you are not very
we'll and have not some decLisd6y pronounced
Of your indlsposirion i that you have ben
. ettin yoGr blood git run down
there are a great many patent medicines, and no.
where SO mucL a. in these country places are such
medicines taken. one hamlet is lovoted 10 one
kind q blood plriiier NE niles away another
" You can't tell nothin' by her" said one woman
70 me the other day; r" She ami no ledg.nenf
She takes Mariowes Restorative Blood EiAn. a
everybod knows il can't hold Z candle 10 Blddt
Best Tonic and Purifier.
In Ransom Budd Best Tonic reigns supreme
7 would not wish n he thc 70 lint that ne
tonic would not send humors' out Of the Mood,
restore circulation and make delicate woman
capable of assimilatlng sausages ana ali AiAds OF
fried things three tines a day. -
Mrs Whiting walked int" the kitchen, which
was now used as a dining and setiln room 80
that al the front oi the house ni'snI &c NO. no.
found Mrs Barnes kIn4 on the lounge, look
Ing very pale and ured IN answer 70 lnI nd,t;sS
she asserted that there dlht sem 10 ne nG'sA
Mrs Whiting again said thar IL was KIND Of
run-downness. She went on Do,
Il spose you're takin' Budds Best?
Yes, be- said Marcia, trying in vain to-
animated, bur it don't seem 10 do no good.
Jest dread meal-times, it's such Jon !" g Tn 81
ne nestered 70 think Samwells had TO send OF b.,
men. lie didn't like it one bit, bnt KEEP faiHun
way when tried ter he bout .hs mot ali ~.
spring, n when you don't eat, your s'ren III ~e''
Marcia fell back on the patchwork pillow vs ana
mt n small vial of camphor 70 her nos'rlfs' vino
tbe odor dfuscd itself through the close room.
In +he stiffness Samwcll could he heard waking
noisy along the board path 70 me ne oa rias sb.
The sound seemed 10 worry ms vic enc
oraned her ewes and fixed them on her companion
with such an expression IN them mar Nrs VIZ
ing felt her own eyes suddenly begin 10 SUNG sna
he! r rVt' been thnkn Of Barney a good deal
said Marcia at last d" He'd er hen twenty;ioa,
years old--a man. When open my tf ~ bon
him m when shet nm | gee him. he q oen
Comfort conf 70 me. DON'T You think he'd ben com
fort 20 me, Miss whitin',,' v-,;.;,r .nad.,h
Instead OF replying, Mrs Mh,i fS s ra,nrrsS
walked out into the kitchen. When she re'u,rel
she said She thought she =" heard the cat al 'he~
YES she said Pm sure hed ben -sbS coTss sis
I often think you've had trlais SM'rshS' ''"'
all them five children -, -.,.r.s
Yes, responded the sick woman -" mour ne,
for nm all Amt ever stopped mourhlh ou'
Bamey.oh my S dear s"s Of THAT last crv almost
s+onned the breath Of the woman VINO near" !.
! She leaned over Marcia in acute anNlety 20
| put her arm under her necN ann e" nv, 10 Som
raise her up while she said, trying ho' 10 '''"'
Sns YoS re- real run down N that's fact Hadh.
better send Zenas right 70 we 'e''i' ~
'"s' H,v. the DOCTOR" repeated M3rcio in tns
,.ir.est Of whispers. 81 Il know | ain' hearh
SaS Sbe smi at Mrs Whiting and tGd her s-. she
seemed to her Rnt she sill ,o smiIca n with
the fS%srd Pq him. Of % S made him e. tss
nail down suddenly his az"
roughly. Mrs Whiting
hardly knew She had spoken. The man s''o''
away from her s;,, bv .he lounge
and looking down az the smiling i a. 4, Mrs
not now seem 70 him like the lace o,,s.d
Rorrcs hut Of that Marcia Lane who osa p'e''
his fancy So many years ago