The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1894-02-15

toms coming on, and you won't have a
single blue"
So saying he handed her little gilt
box like the one he gave the theologue,
and she too passed into the street
Next came a widow buried in crepe.
''Well, Mrs. Relict, l suppose you've
come to report?" said the doctor.
YES" replied the widow. THE
Golden Remedy has worked wonders
with me. l thought it would be so
easy, but | found it very hard to swal-
low at first. | persevered, and it has
done me an enormous amount of good.
I've slept and eaten as l haven't since
Johns death"
you've given up reading your letters
of coincidence and wiping your eyes,
then?" said the doctor
"Oh, yes!" said the widow; 81 don't
have any time now"
How often do you take the rem
edy?"
"Oh, nearly all the time" she re-
piled. "If l go an hour without it, / get
to thinking about John and how l
miss him, and it gives me the blues
terribly"
well, keep on the same way" said
the doctor, heartily; keep it up"
No sooner had the widow departed
than in came pale young man.
'What gives you the blues?" said the
doctor, with one of his most sunshiny
smiles. The cat left the window and
stretched herself out in front of him.
The young man hesitated in answer
ing this question, but as the doctor
pressed him he finally admitted the
cause.
Il can't help thinking about myself"
said he when l go among people l
am pursued by thoughts of my own
awkwardness and stupidity and am
keenly sensitive to every little slight.
This shuts my mouth and makes me
doubly uninteresting, and naturally
people don't enjoy me; and then | come
home and brood over it, and it really
seems as if everybody were laughing
at me, and | get as blue as indigo"
Yes, you're right" said the doctor;
cts an aggravated case of morbid self
centeredness; but if you take this
Golden Remedy every time you get to
thinking about yourself, and take large
doses of it when you are in company,
you'll be cured as sure as fate
The young man looked incredulous
as he took his little gilt box and his
departure, and went his way.
''Oh, doctor!' said the next, poor
little dressmaker with so sad voice
that the black cat again retired to the
sofa. I'm SO blue! When get through
my work and sit alone in my little
room evenings, feel so lonely I'd most
like to kill myself l haven't rela-
| ton or friend in all the town, and it's
something dreadful to have no one to
welcome you home-nobody to tell
things to, nobody tc say good night or
morning to you. Why, sometimes l
kiss my own arm, ! feel so desperately
| lopelv!' and she burst into tears.
''Poor thing! poor thingr' said the
doctor, in a cheerful voice, as if he
were saying: ''Fine day! fine day We1l
fix you up. Now, my dear, just follow
the directions in this little gilt box
whenever you begin to feel lonely; and
take specially large dose in the even
ing when you come home from work. :"
The young girl smiled feeble little
smile as she thanked him for the box
and left the room.
"What in the world is the matter
with you?" inquired the doctor of his
next patient, an elegantly attired
young man, who looked as sleek and
well-to-do and about as intellectual as
well-fed, well-curried horse.
'I'm bored to DEATH" drawled the
young fellow. 81 was so bored with
balls and parties and racing and cards
and shooting and theaters and every
thing else in that line, it was positively
relief to wake up one morning and
find l had the blues; for it was a new
sensation. But I've had them so long
now, Pm bored with them, too, and
I've come here to get cured"
We'll" said the doctor, looking at
him through his magnifying-glass till
the young man actually blushed, you'll
find my remedy SO hard to follow it
will be like drawing teeth; but l can
assure you it will be new sensation,
and if you stick to it it will cure even
you"
iii take it at any pricer' said this
afflicted representative of boredom.
mo price," said the doctor, Except
secrecy The remedy does no good if
anyone else learns that you are trying
it for such purpose.
The young man signed the bond, and
departed with a more animated express
sion on his blase countenance, and a
small gilt box in his pocket
The next arrival was an invalid in a
rolling chair. Her pale face beamed
with pleasure.
'Oh, ho So you're back! Remedy
don't work?" said the doctor, knowing
better.
II should think it did work." she an
swered, graveIy. "You know how
long the days were as lay in my bed
or sat in this chair, knowing could
never take a step. and brooding over
every ache and pain. Well, now the
days are not half long enough to do all
l want. The remedy has given me so
much to do, and made life entirely diff
| farept fO mo How can I thank VOu