The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1899-03-18
From the New York Sun, March lG.

From the New York sun, March IT,
Doctors say that there an all kinds of
ways to cure the grip aud that treat
lhent which works we'll in one case,
won't work at all in another. These
are the facts i'm the case OF the cure
pf Miss Beatrice Poyd. There is no
patent on it and anybody who has the
grip and wants to get rid of it badly
enough cen follow the main points in
her method, and the chances are that
il won't cost as much as it cost her.
Miss Boyd lives with her sister, Mrs
Fisher, in the fiat house at 81 East
Eighty-seventh street on Friday
evening Mr.. and Mrs Fisher went to
the theater, leaving Miss Boyd at home
because she was sure that an attack
of the grip was coming on and she
proposed to prevent it iC possible. To
this end she filled the bathtub with
very hot water and told the servant,
Addie stephens, to make her hote lem
ohade. 1t was her intention to steep
Addio stephens, to make her n hot lem
ohade, jump into bed and pile on all
the available clothing owing to cir
cumstances over which she had no con-
troll. the latter part of the scheme was
considerably altered.
THE MAID.
Addie Stephens. the maid, has taste
for collecting wearing apparel This
Miss BOYD didn't know. Adde figured
out that Miss Boyd would stay in the
bath until the hot lemonade arrived,
thus affording excellent opportunity
for her design. Collecting all the cloth
ing In the place without reference to
style, sex or previous condition of SER
vice. she fastened them in a trunk
strap and departed permanently. Mean
time Miss BOYD, in the bath-tub, began
to get impatient for her lemonade. She
called. Nobody answered. She called
again and still got no reply. This made
her angry She rose up and draped
herself in a blanket which she had
brought with her for that purpose and
sailed forth in search of the servant
Naturally. she didn't find Addie. who
was at that moment conveying her col
lection of clothing home. Miss Hoyd
went to her own room to get some
clothes. But when she got there the
wardrobe was bare as the famed cup
board of the lady who gave her name
to certain loose and informal gar
ment
ONE MORE CHANCE.
Even that kind of a garment, any
kind of garment in fact would have
brought joy to the soul of the blank
eted Miss Boyd. She rushed into her
sisters room and beheld an open and
depleted closet. There was one more
chance Mr.. Fisher kept his apparel in
large clothes press off the front room.
Miss Boyd had heard that men wear
Ia thrnhaS loT
or If there wasn't one to he found,
why, there might be something els.
available. Anything was better than
the blanket. AS hope and fear reach
the soul of the shpwrecked mariner
spying a sail on the horizon, or the
snOwbound hunter holding his last
match in his quivering fingers, so they
clutched at the heart of the trembling
young lady as, summoning all her for
titude, she flung open the door of the
press. There in the solemn majesty of
solitude stood one pair of No. s shoes
Miss Boyd leaned against the wall and
gave way to mingled emotions. But
she quickly realized that this was no
time for idle repining, that the absence
of the servant and of the clothing could
hardly be set down in the category Of
fortuitous condolences. If Addie was
10 be caught and the clothing recOv-
cred communication with the outer
world must be speedily established.
Miss Boyd stepped into the lonely
shoes, and wrapping her blanket more
tightly around her. shuffled to the door
which opens out into the hall. Push
ing up the transom, she started in up
on some vocal exercises designed to at
tract attention. She might have shout
ed Help" or "Robbers!" but in that
case she feared that people might come
and force the door, and a young lady
with nothing but a blanket and a pair
of mems shoes is not likely to court
publicity.
NO RESPONSE.
Unfortunately the fiat house at 60
East Eighty-seventh street is inhabited
by several trillers of the chromatic
scale. Hence the obs and abs of Miss
Boyd reused no response. There was
nothing to do but sally forth into the
hallway and get somebody from the ad-
joining fiat. She wished she knew who
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