Arizona republican., 1907-02-13

could talk better when his feet were tilted up Perhaps it sent a greater flow of blood to his brain.
 Now about the water?'' I asked comfortably
 "Vilei" cackled Perkins. gleefulIy. I"Perfectly vile, It is the worst you ever tasted. You know the sulphur springs taste? Sort of bad egg aroma |? We'll, this O-no-to-so-forth water is worse than the worst. It's a bonan- ga, Say! It's sulphur water with a touch of garlic
 He reached into his pocket and brought out a flask The water it con- tained was as clear as crystal. He re- moved the cork and handed the flask to me. I sniffed at 1t and instantly re- placed the cork.
 Perkins g. inned with pleasure. . Fierce, isn'tit? he asked. Smells as if it ought to cure. don't it? Got the real old style matery -med ca poth- ecary-shOp aroma. None of your little pill, sugar coated business about O-no- to-cetera wateri Not for a minute, It's the good old quinine, ipecac. calo- mel. know when-your- taking-a dose kind. Why. say, Any man that takes a dose of that water has got to feel better. He deserves to feel better. I sniffed at the flask again. and res- olutely returned it to Perkins.
 Yes l admitted, ''it has the full le- gal allowance of smell. There's no doubt about it being a medicinal wa ter. Nobody would mistake it for a table water. Perkins: a child would know it wasn't meant for perfume but what is it good for? What will it cure |?
 Perkins tilted his Pratt hat over one ear and crossed his legs.
 Speaking as one Chicago man to another" he said. slowly, what do you think of rheumatism"
 If you want me to speak as man to man, Perkins" I replied, "I may say that rheumatism is a mighty uncom- fortable disease"
 Its prevalent said Perkins eager ly Its the most prevalent disease on the map. The rich must have it. the poorest can afford it; the young and the old simply -oll in it, Why man." he exclaimed. rheumatism was made specially for O-no-to- so- forth water There's millions and millions of cases of rheumatism. and there's oceans and oceans of Perkins's World Famous O-no-to-what-yo -you-call-it wa ter Great?' What will cure rheuma- tism? Nothing, What wiN O-no-to- soon water curei Nothing, There you aye! They fit into each other like a foot into a shoe"
 He leaned back and smiled. Then he waved his hand jauntily in the air.
 But I'm not partial" he added. "If You can think of a better disease we'll cure it. Anything"
 Perkins" I said. would you take this water for rheumatism"
 Would I?" he fairly shouted. Would IT? Sayi If I had rheumatism I'd live on it. I'd drink it by the gallon. I'd bathe in"
 He stOppepd abruptly and a smile broke forth at one corner of his mouth and gradually spread all over his face until it broke into a broad grin which he vainly endeavored to stifie.
 Warm" he murmurmed, and then his grin broadened a little and he nut tered-'luke warm,"-arI grinned again and ran his hand through his hair He sat down and slapped his knee.
 Say" he cried. Greatest idea yet. I'm a benefactor. Think of the poor old people trying to drink that stuff! Think of them trying to force it down their throats, It would be a sin to make a dog drink it,"
 He wiped an actual tear from his eye
 What if had to drink it, What ii my poor old mother had to drink it, 'CIuelty, But We won't make 'em. We will be good, We will be generous, We will be great, We will let them bathe in it. Twice a day, Morning and night, Lukewarm, Why make weak human beings swallow it? And besides they'll need more! Think of enough O-no-to- so-forth water to swim in twice a dayl And good old Perkins paving the freight"
 Without another word rSached over and ciasped Perkins by the hand It was a lent communion of souls of two live. up to date Chicagoans. When the clasp was loosened we were bound together in a noble purpose to supply O-no-to-some-t e-thing water to a waiting pain cursed world. We were banded together like good Samaritans 10 sup ply a remedy to the lame and the halt. And Perkins paying the freight.
 Then Perkins gave me the details. There were to be three of us in the deal. There was a young man from Glaubus. Iowa, in Chicago running a street car on. the North Side. He had been raised near Glaubus and his fath- CT had owned a farm. but the old man was no financier and sold of the'place bit by bit until all that was left was a forty-acTc swamp Skunk Swamp they called it, because of the rank wa tor-and when the old man died the son came to Chicago to earn living.