The Bamberg herald. [volume] (Bamberg, S.C.) 1891-1972, 1900-05-17

you need. As for cherry -p:e-she
made an expressive gesture as ii it
were not worth mentioning, and con-
t;rUel--' you will soon get over these
yearnings of a falsely educated ap-
petite, and thea you will be oil right
am afraid that you have been very
improperly brought up, john"
Mr.. Carter glared at her angrily,
and threw down his knife and fork
with bang.
IF You mean in regard to calorics,
proteins and all the rest of it, yes; I
was"
sOh, John!' Mrs Carter rose from
the table with her handkerchief to her
eyes. "You are c-cruel, when you
know I'm doing the best I can"
What could he do? He had not been
married long, and was not proof
against her tears. he arose from the
table, took her in his arms, begged
forgiveness and promised to eat any
thing and everything she would give
him, if only she would smile. They
made up, of course, and Carter bore
himself heroically for six months
through a dietary that tabooed pie,
and was arranged according to food
values.
ssSee here, Carter" said friend.
meeting him one day on the street,
whats the matter? You look like
shadow. Come in and have some-
thing"
II don't care if I do" said Carter,
suddenly feeling the need OF some
thing stimulating. 'T'm afraid l
don't feel up to much lately"
He lifted the glass to. his lips and
then set j; down suddenly.
"What is its Isn't it all right?"
asked his friend.
cit isn't boiled" answered Carter,
family, who thought he saw microbes
bubbing up through the effervescence.
''Boiledp' calculated the other in
disgust. "Well, I should say not!
You'd better take stimulant, Carter.
'sNo, thank you,I I don't believe that
I will take anything. You will excuse
me, old fellow, won't you? II don't
feel we'll.
.Its all right" answered his
friend. 'sWhat made You think OF
the drink being boiled?"
81 don't know. Just fancy" re-
turned Carter, too loyal to his wife to
tell the cause.
Carter went home feverish. Much
to his wife's alarm he did not eat a
mouthful of supper. Finally he went
to bed and fell asleep. While he slept
he dreamed.
He was in an immense dining room.
Great roasts of beef and pork, tanked
by steaming vegetables, loaded the
tables. Pies of mince and cherry
were on the buffets; fruits, salads,
water with huge chunks of ice floating
in it, milk cooled also by ice.
Carter's mouth watered; but alas!
when he approached the meats, pro-
tein and calorics appeared to raise
from them. Carbohydrates reared
great heads from fruits and vege-
tables; bacilli jeered at him in the ice
water; microbes looked out from the
milk.
A feeling of fierce anger seized hold
of him. Was he to starve because OF
these creatures? Well, let them do
their worst! A drink he would have
in spite of them. Catching up cup,
he started to the water. Instantly
bacilli, microbes and bacteria OF all
kinds surrounded him.
Suddenly an enormous bacillus that
he had not seen before darted toward
him and was upon him before he could
take step. Carter gave a shrek
and sprang wildly from his bed.
'Why John! What is the matter?"
asked Mrs. Carter, sitting up.
Matter growled Carter, picking
himself up from the floor, where he
had landed. 'sMatter enough, I tell
you. Tomorrow begins new state
of things at this house. I'm going
to live decently if eat all the bac.
terra in the world. Calorics and all
the rest of them have to 60. They
have had their innings. Now comes
mine Do you here, Nellie%
'Yes, john" replied Mrs. Carter,
meekly. She had been married long
enough to know that when Carter
used that tone things must 60 his
way.
The next day at dinner the follow
ing was the bill Of fare:
Soup.
Rost pork with potatoes. Apple sauce
Onions, beans, tomatoes, peas, corn.
Cherry, mince, apple pie.
Ice water.
And Carter was happy.
From the ST. Louis Globe Democrat.