The Monte Vista journal., 1900-06-02

RACES ! might fetch you some milk
and lime water II you think you could
stand It,"
II have no yearning for it, said Dob
ley. land my fever has subsidized. !
have an idea that ! shall bring all my
strength of will to my aid and 20 down
to the office after all. 1t makes me fee!
foolish to sit here done up in this way"
But your nerves have quieted down
don't you see what different person
you are to the Mr.. Dobley who com
planned at the breakfast table this
morning? How is the singing in your
cnrs?"
"Nevcr a song" said Dobley. Moth
ing tlixturbs the quiet but the dull drip
of the ice upon my collar. How long do
| have to balance this berg on my
head? by the way, Mrs. Dobley, feel
sufficiently trapped now, for my own
part. But don't want TO interfere
with the original recipe. You are sure
you have not gotten me mixed up with
dcsscrt?"
THE ice must be renewed at fire.
quent intervals" said Mrs. Dobley.
''It's the greatest thing in the world for
the nerves have sent out to get an
extra supply"
And the embalming process that is
Mt present going on over. my wish
bonc?" asked Dobley. rs there any
special time at which il may be re-
moved, or is it one of those perpetual
blooms that become part of ones very
existence? The freezing of the head
and the boiling of the chest simultane-
ously is great idea for taking the
mind of business troubles. 1t is i'm
possible for one to worry about the
price of gas stock with these two res
toratiyes in operation"
That's it," said Mrs. Dobley. ITS
| the countcr-irritaut that cures. I'll
venture to say that you have no symp-
toms of tired feeling at present. You
said this morning that you couldn't put
| one foot before the other"
II feel now" said Doblcy, that IL
could shed these various glaciers and
volcanoes that you have surrounded
me with I could sprint around elm
der path in time to music, About this
time, as u rule, 1 am going out to
| luncheon when am downtown. What
"A terrible thing it would be to he con-
demncd TO stay at home doing moth
ing every day 1t would drive me
crazy in about Is hours"
But, like all New Workers, you are
fond of talking about the nervous
strain caused by the rush we live in
the noise, the elevated cars and all
that, when in reality you couldn', live
in any other atmosphere or environ
mcnt!'
They say" said Dobley. shifting
the ice SO that it would melt equally
over both sides of hi. neck, they say
| there are microbes in the New York
| air that are different from the germs
that exist in the atmosphere of other
cities. ! suppose we get accustomed
to absorbing these particular ones
and We get to like them. II New
Yorker found himself in a quiet coun-
try place with no prospect of getting
back to broadway and the Bowsry he
would think the roar of the elevated
the sweetest music in the world"
But he would begin talking about
the terrible strain he lived under Just
as soon as he got back to town.
ITS artificial. but then we are fond
Of gliding and show in every depart.
ment. Take our Northumberland
talking about restaurants. Mrs. Dob.
ley. | am OF the opinion tina, i should
feel much better IL were allowed
the excitement OF few lamb chops
just nt this moment. feel pecul.
lar gnnwing-"
Il think you'd better have fresh
Poul,icc." said Mrs. Doblcy. "YouNosc
the effects of those poul,ices unless
they are changed quite often"
81 won't worry II l lose the effect, {"
said Mr.. Doblcy. There is something
about a poulticc that seems somehow
Illuminating To me. Modern medical
authorities laugh at poul,iccs They
say never put n poulticc ON anything
but a barn door-but your little book,
Helpful Hints for the Kitchen. advo-
Gates them strongly. ! see
There is nothing like poul,icc." ("
said Mrs. Doblcy.
NO" replied her husband, sadly, "it
occupies "A niche all by itself: It's II
solitaire in the scheme of life. It's a
'lammy, clinging amalgama,ion of ex-
| clusiv-n.ss"
Il can see that you feel better al.
ready" said Mrs. Dobley. Il can al.
ways tell when you begin joking ,ha,
YOU are really happy"
Happiness is big word" said
Dohlcy. adjusting the drip TO a poin,
| Just above his left ear. "l'vr been