Waterbury evening Democrat., 1892-10-31
TAKING THEIR MEDICINE.
Jones Didn't Always Practice What He
Preached.

JULIUS WIS 1cVSGlSh VhIS. OOllSo "OS
attending to him. Jones, himself, could
hear the goings on from his den down
stairs
The first thing he heard distinctly
was a loud, explosive "Nop' Then
some words of gentle persuasion, and
again-''No! No! Naw-o-o!'
just one little spoonful, Williew
'Naw-ool O-o-hoo! Naw-oo-hoo, I
d'waanterl I d-waanter! 1 d'whuh-
pip blp-waanter!I ~
Jones rapidly assembled the stairs.
"What's the matter with him?'' he
said, quietly, to Mrs. Jones.
81 can't make him take his uedi-
cine"
''Let me try"
Jones made a great show of putting
the medicine away for good and all,
a tumbler. Then he stepped over to
water full head
"Boy's throat is parched and dry.
What he wants Is clear, cold water; not
medicine He's thirsty, that's ALL"
Then with the medicine diluted in
glass half full of water Jones walked
wisely over to the boys bed.
lily, Don't want the bad medicine, do
you? Take drink of cold w ater."
Willie silently pushed the glass away.
80, see here! Papa came way up
stairs to give you this. Take drink,
little man"
Willie silently pushed the glass away.
Take a little for papa" said Mrs.
Jones.
"I'll manage him all right said
Jones, in an undertone. "Here, Willie!'
tone, 81 want you to drink a little
water"
81 d'waanter," replied Willie.
"But you must. Come nowr'
"Don't be cross with him, papa, he
isn't well.'
"That's the reason want him to take
it Here, young man! No more fool
ing now! Open your mouth and take
some med-water.''
81 d'waanter! 1 d'waan-"
There was a struggle. The glass
clicked two or three times against the
boys set teeth and as many times the
water ran down over his chin Willie
was red and wild looking. So was
Jones. After a time Mrs. Jones re-
marked quietly:
81 don't think you can do any thing
with him that way"
Then Jones stood erect.
81 don't think" he snapped, "that
| anybody can do anything with him any
| way. You humor him and coax him
and he rides over you. By and by
| there'll be no living with him. Mebbe
he is is a little bit sick, but Great Scott!
| haS1 ha o. if ho I0oc,,St 10, +; Sc
medicine. He needn't be a mule be-
cause he's sick"
Jones set the glass on the mantel and
went down stairs.
Twenty-four hours later Jones sat in
big chair with his hands in his trous-
ers pockets and a surly gaze fixed on
the ceiling.
care you i'll to-night?'' asked Mrs
Jones, after he had remained in that
position for trying length of time.
"No!' 1t was a simple answer, but
very prompt and emphatic.
A few moments later Mrs. Jones low.
cred her book again.
"What is wrong, Henry?" she tender
ly inquired.
"Wrong? Nothing"
| A little later Mrs. Jones dropped the
|
you swallow as if your throat was
sore," she said.
81 guess I'll live" replied Jones.
"There! Your throat is sore and
knew well enough it was. You must
take hot drink and go straight to
bed"
''I'll take nothing!'
"But, Henry, you'll be down sick if
you don't. Let me make you some hot
lemonade"
| E'No!'
"Why, you must take some thing,
Hen"
81 tell you I don't want any hot
drinks, and don't intend to take any
and that settles it."
And Jones didn't take any hot drinks,
and that night he had a fever, and once
when his mind wandered Mrs. Jones
heard him mutter:
'He mustn't be a mule because he's
sick. "-Detroit Free Press.