Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1901-11-11

nishmen expect me to doctor 'em just
Die same whether / am getting any
GhinE for II or not. | nave made up
NV mind that | Won't do it any lon
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Just then there were a sound or steps
outside and a shuffled noise. followed
by n thump on the door that might
have been made by the thick end Of a
Hub.
Come in" shouted the doctor.
Here's one Of 'em now" he said to
Stuart in a low tone. Watch me deal
with him"
The door opened. and in shambled a
man of enormous build. He had a great
mass OF tangled yellow hair on his
head, and his beard was of the same
color. He was fully 6 feet 4 inches in
height and had astonishingly long arms
end large feet. Stuart sat back in the
window seat looking ON, and, although
be was running over in his mind what
DE would say to the men, he could not
help smiling at the scene that followed.
Il come ID L. the bottle. doctor" was
the quiet remark Of the big miner.
The doctor made no motion to take
the bottle which the man pulled out Of
his vest pocket and stood holding awk-
wardly between his two hands.
You can move out of here with your
bottle, Sanders. I'm not filling any
bottles any more"
"Since when?" asked Sanders slowly.
"Since this strike. this nOnsensical,
Foolish business of yours and the rest
of you. Do you hin I'm going to go
TO all the expense of keeping up my
drugs and medicines and sew you fell
lows up and fill you up with costly
preparations while I'm not getting any
thing from the companies? So get out
with your bOttle."
Sanders without a word backed to-
ward the door. The doctor wheeled
around toward his desk and began to
hum a tune. Just as the miner laid
his hand on the doorknOb the doctor
turned his head and shouted, What
was in the bottle, anyway"
God liver OIL" replied Sanders,
scratching his head and slowly turning
the doorknob.
when did you get it filled?"
Last week. sir"
LAST week! 1t was three days ago.,
I'm a striker, What on earth did
you do with half a pint of cod liver oil
in that time?'
Sanders shook his head and smiled
family, but did not venture to say any
thing.
"Have you been greasing your boots
with it? I'd be willing to swear that
you have. only half n pint wouldn't oil
more than one of 'em. Well, bring it
I'll fill it this once and that's all.
What did l give it to you for? Do you
remember
Sanders kept discreet silence, and the
said to Stuart: ut isn't cod liv-
er oil exactly; it's a new preparation
that l have just had sen up from Chi
cagO. and it has been of some use in
lung troubles. think perhaps I'll let
him have another bottle. He has a bad
AS if to second the doctors
Sanders gave utterance to a
hoarse rumble that was on the same
scale as himself and shook the
on the doctors dispensary
shelves. The doctor measured out a
Quantity OF the medicine, picked out a
hew cork and as he handed the bottle
bver said ch%eerfully: Now, Sanders,
bf course you will forget everything 1
tell you. but l want you to remember
that if you don't follow the directions
bn the bottle sOu are liable to fall down
Head any minute. Well, is there any
Thing more?"
The miner was shutting his hand
Gown in his pocket among a lot of loose
change.
How much is it," he finally asked.
ooh, well, that's all right said the
hoctor. turning red. Keep it to re-
hember me by. I'll make you a birth
bay present OF it. But, min you. no
hore medicine from this office till the
btrike is over. l can't afford to doctor
u thousand men for nothing"
Sanders went out, and the doctor
burned TO Stuart and said: Il thought
/ might as well let him have it. Pshaw,
TIM too easy. But Sanders has got
consumption. Awful queer how these
big fellows catch it."
Just then there was n tap on the
koor. and before the doctor could call
but the door opened. and a little old
koman came in. She had a very sad
lace and looked like one of those per-
Ions who know life mainly through its
Foubles.
Doctor" she said after bowling TO
Rtuart, me old man is suferin terrible
'hIs mornin. I want We TO e him
omethin TO ease the pain a bit"
Where is mis- pain?'
"EhT'
81 say where is his pain-in his head
: feet?' !
In his back, doctor. an he is howlin
Ike murder for Somethin 10 ease him.
come right down here. The doctor,
e said, would give me anything l
eeded-"