The Wilmington daily Republican. (Wilmington, Del.) 1890-1902, 1898-06-18
OLD oRApples HAD ApHAsIA
4 Dsnensssatsa 10 Nssvsss PssAslosy
s That Cess $40.


q Dsnensssasssn h Nssvess PssAeaogy
That Cess $40.
Old Hardy Cradles, who had fimped
around in the Teton Basin for years on
a unsolicited foot, at last wearied of
the wobbly exertion, went down to
Salt Lake to have the defective mem
Der treated. He came back after an
absence of q month, and his neighbors
gathered about him to hear the strange
tales which he would have to tell of
experience In great city. He describ-
cd che Temple and the Tabernacle and
the Dooley Building, and quite en-
chanted them.
What was the finest thing you see?"
finally asked 81 Redee, in recapitula-
tion..
well, men," said Hardy, "the best
Freely the best-thing see was fell
Ter in the hospital. He in-trusted me
lot, an / heerd all about him. He
had aphasia," speaking the last word
with a proud elaboration. Redee look
cd at Watts, and Watts glared intently
at Red Pete Ruble. The last MENTION
ed broke the SPELL
What's that? A form country, amt
It? Seems I heerd Of 1t afore in jog
City"
Nav" said Hardy, scornfully. ut
amt place-it's thing. Somethln'
out O. gear, you know"
But they did not know. They were
even worse COMPOUNDED than before.
Like Russian thistle, mebbe," said
Pete, obviously, still clinging to the
geographical theory.
mo such. A man fergits how to
talk or somethin'."
"Deef an dumb man? I seem
Nav. Nav. Man that kin talk jls'
fergits how. Fergits everythin'."
1T cant be did," declared Pete with
decision.
Hardy looked at him pityingly.
Dog it all, say it kin; | seen it.
Here-I'll show you. Who's got $40
note?"
Among them they got together $40,
and Hardy said that he could illustrate
to some extent, perhaps, with that
amount.
Now" he said, taking possession Of
the money, you all know that you
give me this money, don't your" They
did and said so.
WELL rolling his eyes and assum-
ing rigid attitude, 1--WE forgot it. Fer
got all about it. That's aphasia."
"Humph!" grunted Ruble. Seems
fool of a thing, don't it? Gimme my
$40"
Hardy gazed at him in a stony, va
cant way.
Give me my $2.40," Ruble repeated
with some show of sternness
I-l-seems like / heerd somethn'
about sum O. money some'res," Har-
dy responded, in hesitating way.
There's dollar and half comm
to me- Redee uttered fiercely.
Gents said Hardy, sorrowfully, II
cant remember it. I'm sorry. / don't
know what you're talkin' about. I've
got that there aphasia."
They gathered around him, clamor-
ing for their funds. They now began
to understand. But they could not con-
vince him.
I'm sorry, as I say, gents" Hardy
said, meekly. But its scientifick. It
amt my fault. On the subject of any
money you might a. give mean meb-
be you did give me some, p'raps-my
mind is like blank sheet O. paper. l
am poor victim Of peculiar dlser-
der, as you might say. Good-day."
He was man Of six feet four inch
es, and, although along in years, he
had been the hardest and best fighter
in the Basin, even in his crippled
time. They looked at him gloomily,
therefore. as he walked away, and no
man dared say him nay. Only Red
Pete Ruble expressed the general SEN
timent when he made certain feeling
and torrid remarks which impaired to
the world at large the fact that he was
utterly disguised with science in all its
forms.