Chicago eagle. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1889-19??, 1893-03-04
Jones and Son.

N the ncighborhood, and little Willie
Jones was feverish. Mrs. Jones was
attending him. Jones, himself could
hear the goings on from his den down
stairs.
The first thing he heard distinctly
was a loud, explosive "NO,a Then
some words of gentle persuasion, and
again mo, No! Naw-o-o."
Just one little spoonful, Willie.
"Naw-oo. O-o-hoo. Naw-oo-hoo.
| dlwaanter! l d'waanter, l d-whuh-
pip-bip- waanter, -
Jones rapidly assembled the stairs,
whats the matter with him?" he
said, quietly, to Mrs Jones.
Il can't make him take his med
icine.
"Let me try"
Jones made a great show of putting
the medicine away for good and all,
but he slyly transferred a spoonful
into a tumbler. Then he stepped
over to the water faucet and turned
on the water full head
Boys throat is rarched and dry.
What he wants is clear. cold water;
not medicine, He's thirsty, that is
all :"
Then with tle medicine diluted in
glass half full of water Jones
walked wisely over to the boys bed.
Here, my little man." he said,
breezily, "Don't want the bad medi-
cine, do yous Take drink of cold
water.
Willie silently pushed the glass
away.
80, see here! Papa came way I'D
stairs to give you this Take a drink,
little man."
Willie silently pushed the glass
away.
Take little for papa, said Mrs.
Jones.
"l'll manage him all right" said
Jones, in al undertone. Here, Will
lie." he added, with a trace. of sever
ity in his tone, 81 want you to drink
little water"
Il d'waantcr." replied Willie.
"But you must Come, now"
Don't be cross with him, papa; he
isn't we'll
That's the reason | want him to
take it. Here, young man. No more
fooling now Open your mouth and
take some med-water"
Il d'waanter | dwaan-'
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
remarked, quietly;
81 don't think you can do anything
with him that way"
Then Jones stood erect.
81 don't think, he snapped, shat
anybody can do anything with him,
anyway. You humor him and coax
him and he rides over you. BY and
by there'll be no living with him.
Mebbe he is little bit sick, but,
Great Scott! he'll be sicker if he
doesn't take his medicine. He
needn't be mule because he is sick. ;"
Jones set the glass On the mantel
and went down stairs.
Twenty-tour hours later Jones SAT
in big chair with his hands in his
trousers pockets and surly gaze fixed
on the ceiling.
"Are you i'll to-night?' asked Mrs.
Jones, after he had remained in that
position for trying length of time.
NO" 1t was simple answer, but
very prompt and emphatic,
A few moments later Mrs. Jones
lowered her book again
What is wrong, Henry" she ten
derby inquired
Wrong? Nothing"
A little later Mrs. Jones dropped
the book to her lap for the third
time
"You swallow as if your throat was
sore she said
Il guess III live, replied Jones.
There. Your throat is sore and |
knew well enough it was. You must
take hot drink and go straight to
be |.
III take nothing"
But, Henry, you'll be down sick il
you don't. Let me make you some
hot lemonade
MOP
why, you must take something,
Hen"
Il tell you | 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 fever
and once when his mind wandered
Mrs Jones heard him mutter:
ole mustn't be a mule because he's
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