The Penn's Grove record., 1895-02-22
Let hope, like summers rainbow bright,
Scatter thy falling tearsi
And let Gods precious promises
Dispel thy anxious feRra.

FOR every TOLL U rest,
So hope, so love, 50 patient bear,
God doeth all things best.
-Womankind.
JOHN SMITH, DYSPEP-
TIC.
1t makes no difference II John Smith
was born with indigestion, acquired
indigestion or had indigestion thrust
upon him, he was what the world calls
= dyspeptic.
The widow Jamison had told more
than once how Mr., Smith, when he
came first to her boarding house. wore
only a stif. bristle-like mustache, and
did not then appear with the ircn-sfay
side whiskers which distinguished
him, and which he literally kept trim
med to q hair. She told, too, how her
feelings had been hurt when first her
Oldest boarder began to grow the whis-
kers. 1t was some time after he came
to her house. a year or more, perhaps.
She had got SO she thought she under
stood him pretty well. At any rate,
she knew just how brown he wanted
his apples baked, and just what apple
he preferred to have baked. She knew
too. that he would eat only the prunes
that were distinguished for their
plumpness after they had been stewed.
She knew just how he wanted his
bread toasted. and she knew, too, that
be would not eat the toast II he know
the bread was less than two days old
She knew how rare he wanted
roast beef, and what part OF 1t he =.
ferred. And she had ground indelib,y
In her memory the only kind of oat-
meal he would eat, how long he wanted
1t cooked, how warm the milk must be
which he put with 1t, the exact nu'a
Der of seconds which his eggs must be
boiled and how fresh they must be.
She understood further how he want
ed his knife and fork and his napkin
placed on the table. He -
that It was better to have th.
and forks lie north and south b.
Of the electrical influences at work MI
the time, and she remembered 1t. Mrs.
Jamison never considered him q crank;
she said only-he was much younger
than she-that she suffered SO much
from d~yspepsy." So she humored him
In all his whims, and pleased him, as
she thought; for he had told her in a
burst Of good feeling one Christmas
morning that he had never enjoyed
such good cooking anywhere az he had
at her clearinghouse. And that
Christmas Day seemed more merry 10
her than any other. And IL she had
told 1t all she would have confessed
that his few words had made her more
happy than anything she had heard
since the dear, good man Jamison had
died and left her to make her way in
the world as well as she might. But
the impression which Mr.. Smith had
created at the time did not last long.
He began to grow the whiskers, the
widow had told her intimates, and she
had asked him why. He snapped out
to her that he was growing them be-
his looking glass, which he con-
suited daily, had told him that he was
getting thinner, and he wanted to hide
that fact from his friends and fellow
employees in the office.
"And really" Mrs. Jamison had Dc
clared, and always ina tone Of sorrow,
'.he was gittin' fattcr all the time. OF
course, he WIS never what yu'd really
call fat, but he wusn't thin then,
though he was thinner when he first
came to my house. 1 felt Dreadful cut
up about it"
In the mental distress caused by that
incident Mrs. Jamison actually got one
of the baked apples too brown, and,
strange as 1t may appear, kept the
eggs In the water all Of twelve seconds
too long. both Of which lapses were
discovered on the instant by Mr..
Smith.
That night he informed Mrs. Jami.
son that he would be compelled to
leave her house, that he could not 70.
main longer in her establishment and
sacrifice himself as a martyr to had
cooking. He took longer to say 1t than
that, and seized the opportunity to
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