Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-02-22

CHAPTER XV-Continued.
Twas fun for the rest OF us. but kind
of nuisance in some ways. You see the
sight of us eating three square meals a
day was horrible tantalizing To a dys-
peptic with an appetite like Washy's.
He'd peek in through the dining-room
windows while We was at the table and
groan steady and loud till dessert time.
Van said 1t reminded him of what he
called a "tarble dote'' at Hungarian
restaurant in New York. He said there
was music at both places. but that on
the whole. Washy's music was the hes.
of the two.
a mean day. A cold rain and consider
able wind: more like October than Au-
gust. The invalid set in the tool shed
with the door opened and an umbrella
keeping or the rain that leaked through
the cracks in the roof. He looked as
happy and snug as a locked-Out cat in a
thunder storm.
law, Eureka" Says he. when me and
his daughter went out to the shed with
the noon bucket of steamine milk. Jaw,
have something hearty? Only hunk
of bread, say? I've drownded my insides
with that thin milk till I feel like a
churn. can't keep on drinking the
stun. The mere sight OF COW would
make me seasick."
But Eureka wouldn't give in. Its all
for your good. pa she said. That was
what Van told hims every chance he got.
l caflate them words had come to be al
most as sickening to him as the milk.
Next morning 1 got up early and come
downstairs. Twas blowing hard and still
raining. Eureka hadn't turned out yet.
l opened the door of the kitchen and
there l see a sight.
In the rocking chair by the kitchen
stove was Washy Sparrow. sprawled out
OF the stove. a piece Of piecrust was on
the floor by his hand. his head was tip
ped back and his mouth wide open. And
his face-oh. say! 1t was perfect peace
and comfort.
The critter. so it turned out afterward
had hunted around in the night till he
found cellar window unlocked. Then
he'd crawled in and tfptoed up to the
kitchen.
went upstairs again and routed out
the Heavenlies.. l wanted 'em to see the
show. We stood in the door and looked
at it. Just then Eureka come along.
MY soul and bOdy!' she sings out.
Her dad heard her and woke up. First
he just opened his eyes and stretched.
Then he set up straight and turned
round. He turned pale.
We'll. pa. says Eureka. sharp. what
sort of doings is this? What do you
mean?
Sparrow. stared at her; then at us. He
started to speak. Then he happened 10
notice my fist. and he never said word.
1.-The idea!" says Eureka. After all
I've done to cure you. Roasting in this
hot kitchen and eating-is that apple pie
crust by your hand?"
She stepped across and opened the
pantry door.
MY sakes alive.' she says Il swan
n ho
buttery.'
OIL stammers Washy. wild like
'II-I didn't mean to. but 1 was starved
and-and half drowned, and
."Pie" says Eureka. We'll, I never.
Now we're in a nice mess, and all to do
over again.
I'm all right now. anyway says
Washy. II Amt coughing none and the
grub don't distress me mite. Not half
SO much as that cussed blue milk
"All to do over" says Eureka. and
! don't know as We'll ever cure you now.
Get outdoor this minute. And you mustn't
eat thing. not even milk. for three or
four days. Open that outside door.
please, Mr.. Pratt
I-opened the door. The rain come beat
ing in. with the wind back of it. 1t hit
Washy like cold wave.
I'm all right. I tell you.' he yelled
Il feel fine. Better'n ever 1 was. don't
knows I amt"
"Sure?, Course I'm sure. Don't 1 know?
I'm all cured"
well, that's a mercy" Eureka says
Il knew twas the right receipts. but
didn't think they'd work so quick. Mr.
Van Brunt, pas cured. He'll take that
job at the hotel this very day: just as
soon as 1t clears up little
The Heavenlies shouted and so did 1.
The cured man looked tolerable uneasy.
He chOked up and began to sputter.
Course You mustn't go If you amt
real well and cured for good. pa" says
his daughter. Maybe you'd better try
the Toulouse and the milk a spell
longer
The door was still open. And the wind
and rain was driving in. Washy swal-
lowed. and answered slow:
Tll-IH CO." he says. But I'll have
to work sort OF easy first along. SOS"
"Oh. no! you must work real hard
SOS to get the exercise. or you'll have a
relapse. Mr.. Pratt. you'n tell Mr.. Brown
to see that pa works the way he'd ought
to. won't you?'
nodded. He'll work." says I, de-
cided.
At 10 o'clock twas clear. and rowed
the ex-consumptive dyspeptic over to the
main and led him up to the hotel. L give
him some advice as went along.
That afternoon the Twins did nothing
but tell Eureka that she was a wonder.
Yes" says she. II cal'late he's cured
at least for a SPELL Anyhow. that
Everybody Works But Father song don't
fit our family no more