The Bossier banner., 1894-07-26
served; and Pilule-but that is mat

ter to consider hereafter
The rosy-cheeked niece gracefully
offered the doctor q chair. He seated
himself in comfortable position,
glanced suspiciously around, shifted
the air, and said with tone of con-
tempt in his voice:
"Camphor! little pills! foolishness!
Prof, why didn't you send for me
| before you got so bad? They always
wait till they're dead before they send
for me. They never give me half
chance. It's a wonder I've any repu-
tation left Why didn't you send
sooner, say?"
| 1t should be noted here that every
body called the professor Prof" to
rhyme with ''off."
The professor whispered from be-
meath the tlannels:
Il didn't send for yor, Doc If you'd
| come back in decent season and I'M
locked the refrigerator, I'd have stood
some chance to send for you l was
too stiff to send for anyone when Rose
found me. She and Pilule brought me
| around with hot bath"
Il didn't lock it, Prof 1t must have
locked itself; and as for that Pilule, /
can't express my opinion of him. I've
no opinion to express about Pilule.
He's too far beneath my notice to ex-
press anything"
''Dr. Squibobr' exclaimed Rose. in a
sweet, but indignant voice, "Dr. Pilule
is my friend!'
81 beg pardon, Rose" replied DR..
Squibob; but it's a wonder Prof.
isn't dead from shock. Out of refrig-
orator into hot bath-and little pills,
too, and camphor and cold cream It's
strange he isn't dead It's lucky l
called just when 1 did. How'd you
come to get Pilule?"
Rose did it," whispered the profes-
sor. ''She thought he was a good
man"
She thought, did she?" interrupted
Squibob. What right had she to
think in this case? It's a wonder you
aren't dead. Let's see your tongue"
DR. Squibob," said Rose from the
other side of the room, where she stood
with her eyes ablaze and her fluffy
hair trembling with Indignation. ''Dr
Pilule is such nice man! And he has
lots of patients-and he cures 'em, too
1t don't become you to criticise Dr.
Pilule-you, that lock men up and
freeze 'em to death in refrigerators
Don't let me hear any more of it, Dr.
Squibob."
The manner in which she said Or
Squibob'' was amazing, but it had lit
tie effect on him, for he at once re-
torted:
Don't talk to me about Pilule l
don't approve of Pilule. Your uncle
might have been dead if I'd been a
little later in getting here Let me
see your tongue" This latter remark
was addressed to the professor and not
to Rose.
But he isn't dead" persisted Rose,
with tears in her eyes, her fluffy hair
shaking worse than ever. 'He isn't
dead, and DIR. Pilule is a good man and
saved his life, and you are a mean, old,
ugly, naughty"
Nobody knows what Rose intended
to say after this, for DIR. Pilule had
been quietly standing near the door
for some time, and hearing Roses
warm defense of himself, thought it
time to appear in his own behalf.
AS he came forward, Dr. Squibob
arose and gazed at him with great dig
nifty and all the warmth of an iceberg,
but discreetly held his tongue. Dr.
Pilule bowed: but, before he had time
to do more, his attention was attracted
in another direction.
At sight of DR.. Pilule, Rose went into
spasm of crying and laughing and
fell in an hysterical fit straight into his
arms. There is no suspicion of pre-
meditation in this occurrence, and the
only strange thing about it was that,
though mysteries were something of a
speciality with Pilule, it took very.
very long time for him to deal with
Roses case; and, by the time he had
restored her to tranquility and fever
ish complexion, Squibob had departed
without saying word to anyone.
Owing to the loss of the professors
voice, it is difficult to obtain minute
particulars of other things that trans
pired; but neighborhood rumor says
that the lovely niece and D1. Pilule ar
rived at some sort of understanding
during the hysterical period, and that
in consequence many mysterious pack
ages have begun to arrive at the resi-
dence of the niece, most of which are
only suitable for wedding presents. 1t
further says that among the best of
these packages are some marked From
Squibob," and that Squibob and Pilule
were seen to shake hands on the street,
in the face of the great public, with
apparent cordiality. All this is incredi-
BILE, and can only be believed when the
professor RECEIVERS his voice from the
refrigerator and confirms the truth of
the rumors.-Peterson Magazine.
No May Day Terrors.
Weary William Tin hayloft)-Sort o
comfortable, amt it?