Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1892-09-18
JONES AND SON.
BY NORRIS WAITE.

There was q good deal OF Sickness In
the neighbOrhOOd aud little Willie Jones
was feverish; Mrs. Jones was attend
ing 70 him. Jones, himself could hear
the gOlngs on from his den down stairs.
The first thing he heard distinctly was
a loud, explosive mo" Then some
words Of gentle persuasion, and again
No. No! Naw-o-O"
"Just one little spoonful, Willien'
"Naw-O-O! O-O-h-o-O! Naw-oo-hoo,
I d'waanter! I d-wanter! I d'whuh-plp-
blp-waanter! ("
Jones rapidly assembled the stairs.
whats the matter with him?" he
said, quietly, TO Mrs. Jones.
Il cant make him take his medi-
cine"
"Let me try"
Jones made great show Of putting
the medicine away for good and all, but
he slyly transferred a spoonful into a
tumbler. Then be stepped over TO a
water faucet ana turned on the water
full head.
Boys throat is parched and dry.
What be wants is clear, cold water; not
medicine He's thirsty, that's all
Then with the medicine diluted in a
glass half full OF water Jones walked
wisely over 70 the boys bed.
"Here, my little man." he said,
[ breez.ly. Don't want the bad medi-
cine, do you? Take drink OF cold
water"
Willie silently pushed tbs glass away.
90, see here. Papa came way up
! stairs 20 give you this. Take a drink,
I little man"
Willie silently pushed the glass away.
Take a little for papa, +" said Mrs.
! Jones.
"Tll manage him all right" said
/ Jones, in'an undertOne. "Here, Willie, "
he added, with a trace Of severity in his
I tone.
IT want you 20 drink little water. "
| Il d'Waanter" replied Willie.
But yon must. Come now!"
Don't be cross with him, papa, he
isn't well"
That's the reason want him TO take
Il. Here, young man. No more fOoling
nowl Open your mouth and take some
med-water."
'Id'waanter. d'waau-"
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 time Mrs. Jones remarked
quietly:
IT don't think you can do anything
with him that way.
Then Jones stood erect.
II don't think" he snapped. "that
any body 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 Hun. Mebbe
ne is a little bit sick, but Great Scott!
he'll be sic6er il he doesn't take his
medicine. He needn't be mule be-
| cause he is sick"
Tweuty-four hours later Jones sat in
a big chair with his hands in his trou-
ser'S pockets snd surly gaze fixed on
the ceiling.
"Are YOU M tonight" asked Mrs.
Jones, after he had remained In that
position for a trying length OF time.
Mo- liz was a simple answer, but
very prompt end emphatic.
a few minutes later Mrs. Jones low
cred her book again.
What is wrong, Henry?" she ten
derly inquired.
Wrong? Nothing"
A little later Mrs. Jones dropped the
book TO her lap for she third time.
you swallow as II your throat was
sore" she said.
~ guess I'll live, " replied Jones.
"There. Your throat is sore and
knew we'll enough it was. You must
take a hot drink aud 20 straight 10 bed. -
'I'u take nothing"
"But, Henry. you'll be down sick Il
you don't. Let me make you some hot
! lemonade"
"Now
"Why, you must take something,
/ Hen"
II tell you I don't want any hot
drinks, aud I don't intend 70 take any
and that settles il.
And Jones didn't take any hot drinks,
and that night be had fever, and once
when his mind wandered Mrs. Jones
heard MIN mutter:
"He mustn't De q mule because he,
! sick"