Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1902-12-11

covering, as well as mine. They are
not mates, however"
NO." Jep admitted, shaking his head
ugubriously, they amt both mates,
that's fact. Ones mate; an 10th
er's a deckhand. Say!''-In a tone in
dicative of consternation-''Wha you
doin' there?"
Il am testing the qualities of this
elixir
"a lick sir?" Tucker chuckled.
when Teller takes a whole mouthful
O. anything an gulps it down, call it
purity fair-sfZed lick. You'll git into
trouble meddlin' with them medicines
all mixed up like they are. If you're
nedin' somethin' fer y'r stomachs sake,
you'd better come down cellar with me.
There's some medicine in bar'l down
there, that'T make y'r hair curl.'
Jep winked slyly.
Il thank you for the prescription"
Ralph laughed; 'but I am not in need
OF anything of the kind this morning."
L alluz hate to see a teller nosin'
round somthin' he don't know nothin'
| bout" Jep went on musingly. can
tn at puts me in mind O. the time Sweety
Unison took the smell O. hartShorn.
Ever hear bout that?'
81 think not Ralph replied, Ticking
| dust from showcase, with his hand
/ kerchief
Didn't? Well, I'll tell you the story.
| It's purity good one; an it all hap
pened right in this store AS I've told
you, the OF doc hates meddlers worse'n
cat hates smoke. This Sweety~Jimson
was a youngster bout II r IA years old.
an was alluZ stickin' his bill into other
| peoples business. He was freckle-
faced, harelipped, an had a voice like
! a screaky wagon wheel; an couldn't
keep his pesky fingers from stickin' to
ev'rything they touched.
He used to come into the drugstore
when the OF man an the clerk was
busy as weevi1s in a wheat bin, and pes
ter an torment 'em most to death 1t
was-Let me taste that; an let me
| smell this; an let he see the 9th err"
An OF doc Id git so mad he cou1dn t
| see straight, an chase the meddlesome,
pllferIn' scamp out O. the place. But
the next day in he'd come, as big as
Pompey, an go through the same
m'neuvers ag'in.
We'll, one day the OF man was buster
n usual; an Sweety was in here, lean
in over the counter, handl1n< this an
that, an chatterin' like a chipmunk
The OF doc c'nc1uded he'd start him
an he did. Fer her took down a bottle
o hartshorn-not the wishy-washy kind
you sell to folks fer cleanin' c1o'es an
things. What is it you call that kind
that's stronger'n ackyfortis an goes
up VT nose like a streak o. double
geared 1ightnin'?"
Ammonia fortior," Marlowe sug.
gested.
'1Mory a fortier? I 'spect that's it
It's a good name fer the stuff, ANYHOW:
for it's 40 r so times stronger'n the
d1shwater kind you sell to folks. Well
soon as the OF doc took the bottle of
the shelf an set it on the counter, that
tarnat1on boy spoke up as peart as a
pc crow, an says:
:" Let me see that-let me smell of it.
You let that alone, says the Oh
doc, kind O. solemn-like. That's the
tinckshure O. the chloride O. bumboo
zle'-'r some such name-'an' it hafn't
got no smell
4" Let me smell of it, anyhow says
Sweety, grabbfn' holt O. the battle in
twistin' the stopper out quicker'n YOU
could say-'Jack Robson
AN he stuck his nose over If an
took good long Whit O. the stuff.
We'll, he didn't try to put the stop
per back in-not by sever'l percent ON
the cost price. He jest screwed I'D his
face till his harelip was on level with
his nose holes; an kicked an cIawed
the air, like cat with paper socks on
'er feet. An he made the funniest
noise, tryin' to git his breath: kind of
a W-e-e-k'-l1ke fat hog choked on
an apple. Then he took a STRAIGHT
shirttai1 fer the open air: an gittin'
outside, he leaned up ag'inst the wall
an commenced to cry.
Some women was comm long: an
one Of 'em says to him:
"W'y, what in the worlds the matter.
Sweety?'
"'Oh, nothin' much he SAYS. wipfn'
the tears from his eyes. I jest went
went to smell O. some-some stuff. an
OF Doc Barwood stuck-stuck a stick
| up my nOse!'
can the funniest thing bout the
whole business Jep concluded, laugh
ing uproariously, ''is that Sweety
! b'lieves to this day that OF doc prodded
him in the nose with somethin'."
Mar1owe smiled indulgently, but said
in tone Of mild reproof:
Don't you think that was a cruel
! joke?'
Joker" Tucker gasped in mock sur
prise-his mouth open, his brows eIe-
waited. "'Twasn't no joke t all; twas
a cure fer bad disease. An like MANY
another case, the medicine had to make
the patient worse fore he could git bet
ter. It worked like a charm ,too-cured
Sweety sound an well; an he hain't
ever had no lapse, neither"
Time hung heavily upon Marlowe's
hands. For the want Of anything else
to do, he sauntered into the basement.
leaving Jep idly swinging his injured
foot and softly whistling to himself.
On reaching the bottom OF the stairs.
the young druggist found himself in a
large, airy cellar extending the whole
length OF the structure The floor was