The Wichita daily eagle., 1893-11-17

rs IT VERY CHILLY NOw?"
upon Bobby, for he knew nothing about
mustard plasters.
Phil tried to pretend that he was
asleep, in order to conceal his envy.
But at last curiosity got the better of
| him.
rs it very chilly now, Bob?" he
whispered.
NO. said Bobby. "It's got over
that Mother said it would
Another considerable interval of ST.
lence.
Mother" said Bobby, "I should be
willing that Phil should have part
Of my plaster. 1 feel mean about
keeping it ALL
Phil looked up hopefully, but Mrs.
DyrenfOrth said: mo; you've won it
fairly, Bobby, and you shall have it
all"
But, mother, I've had it long time
now. Suppose I let Phil take it for a
little while; say couple of hours or
SOP"
mo. That wouldn't be fair. Go to
I'll make a plaster for Phil"
Cant you make one for him right
now?" asked Bobby. ''There's plenty
of mustard
But the mother did not reply. She
sat sewing by the shaded lamp and
trying not to laugh. Phil meanwhile,
in view of his brothers generosity, be-
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boy.
Mother" said Bobby. II don't be-
ieve you know everything I've done
to-day. Perhaps / haven't been as
good boy as you think have
'Never mind about it now. Tell me
tomorrow.
But Bobby wouldn't be silenced. He
confessed two or three minor sins, but
they produced no effect. Then he in
vented frightful crime of which he
had been entirely innocent. 1t didn't
work.
81 say, Bobby" whispered Phil,
whats come over you? Don't you feel
well?"
"0Iy conscience is troubling me-"
said Bobby, shifting around in bed and
trying to get the plaster onto a cool
spot.
You amt going to die. are you?"
Phil whispered. anxiously. for his idea
Of such virtue as his brother was then
exhibiting was inseparably connected
with death-bed scenes in Sunday-school
books.
Il dunno" said Bobby: and he didn't.
The plaster seemed to be burning his
vitals
''If you feel real bad about it, per-
haps you could let me have the plaster
without mothers knowing it,"
81 can't unite the strings
Turn around here. and III unite
en- said the wicked Phil
No sooner said than done. Then
Bobby adjusted the plaster in the man
ner which experience had taught him
was the most grievous to be borne. and
tied the strings so that it would have
taken surgical operation to get the
burning mass off Phil's breast
Good night. mother" said Bobby.
81 think can go TO sleep now. The
plaster is quite warm, but it doesn't
burn re so much as it did"
There was another pause. Then
Bobby felt q vigorous kick.
Bob. you pirate" whispered his
brother, take this thing off me or III
commit MURDER
You asked for it. and you can
keep it"
Another pause. during which Phil !
unsuccessfully with the !
strings which fastened the plaster.
'I'll tell mother" he whispered
You don't dare to- replied Bob. in /
q sleepy voice. shed warm you worse
than the plaster will
Half an hour later, VIXEN Mrs Dyren- /
forth cautiously approached the bed. !
Bobby was asleep, but Phil lay on his /
back with the tears trickl;ng over his i
face.
Poor little Phil said his mother.
kissing him. Don't feel so badly I
about it. III make you mustard
plaster some day
NO. mother. you needn't" said Phil. /
heroic2iy. II can gst along with
out it,
Ii is said that this early experience
led Phil Dyrentorth into the law,
profession which offers unrivaled ad-
vantayes for putting the Plaster on the
other fellow How NRD FEEI DING.
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