Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1908-10-08

says |. tomorrow morning you'll
be for coming into the house. We'll.
you cant come. You'll stay outside.
same as Eureka says you will. And
the skin and sloop are locked and
chained, so you can't run away in
them. And Scudder won't take you
nor any letters from you. cause he's
In the game, too. And when Miss
Page comes. IL she does come. don't
you dare tell her one word II you do
well, you won't die of consumption
anyhow"
| pounded my knee with my fist
when | said II. It's pretty AVERAGE
fist far's size is concerned. and I sea
him looking at It.
said Goodnight" and went out
and locked the door and took away the
key. The fresh air cure had begun.
Next day was raw and chilly and the
invalid put in the hours chasing what
few patches OF sunshine happened to
come along. Eureka brought his meals
out to him. He begged and pleaded to
be let into the house, but twas no 20.
He spent that night insthe Toulouse,
same as ne mad the first.
For week he stayed outdoor. Then
he said he felt so much better that he
guessed he could risk day inside
Eureka was ready for him
I'm glad your lungs feel better pa"
she says. Il thought they would. But
OF course. you mustn't come in for
months and months yet guess it's
time to start in on the dyspepsy line"
She took piece of paper out Of her
dress waist and unfolded it, Il sent
dollar to a doctor that advertised in
the Peoples Magazine" she says. and
| got this. It's for dyspepsy pa, and
particular nervous dyspepsy. A care
full diet and plenty of exercise " she
read. Well begin on the dieting. In
severe cases patient should take moth.
ing but hot milk We've got plenty OF
milk-such as It's. That's comfort"
Her dad had been setting on the
wash bench back Of the kitchen. Now
he jumped up off It like twas red hot.
DO you have the face TO tell me" he
screams, that ! cant have nothing TO
eat but milk? Why that's"
Doctors orders. pa says Eureka.
I'm going by doctors orders. and see
what they've done for your lungs al
ready"
Il can't live on milk, l amt a
baby. | hate the stuff don't be.
lieve no doctord ever"
We'll. we'll call Dr. Peurose and see
what he says. I'll bet he'll back
me up"
Washy didn't take the bet He knew
what DR.. Penrose thought of him and
his ailments
"Aw, Reky, please" he beGs.
For your own good. pa" says his
daughter IN fetch you the hot
milk
She did--a quart of it. He drank
1t cause there want nothing else. For
another week he lived on hot skim
milk and cold fresh air He pleaded
with the Heavenlies and me, but we
hadn't any pity for him. He tackled
Scudder. but Nate never pitied any
body unless there was money in it.
He tried smuggling letters to Agnes,
bctliuS W carry EN-, DuI
Lys was in with his sister and the let !
tiers never got any further than Eu- |
reka's pocket
Twas fun for the rest of us. but a
kind Of nuisance in some ways You
see the sight of us eating three square
meals day was horrible tantalizng
to dyspeptic with an appetite like
q in 10
dining room windows while we was at
the table, and groan steady and loud
till dessert time. Van said il reminded
him of what he called "tarble dote"
al Hungarian restaurant in New
York He said there was music at
both places, but that on the whole
Nashy's music was the best OF the
two
The Sunday OF the week following
was mean day. A cold rain and
considerable wind; more like October
than August The invalid set in the
TOOL shed with the door opened and
an umbrella keeping off the rain that
leaked through the cracks in the roof
He looked as happy and snug as a
lockedout cat In thunder storm.
"Aw, Eureka says he, when me
and his daughter went out to the shed
with the noon bucket of steaming milk
"Aw, Eureka he says. wont you let
me have something hearty? Only a
hunk OF bread say? I've drowned my
insides with that thin milk till feel
like churn. cant keep on drinking
the stuff. The mere sight OF COW
would make me seasick.
But Eureka wouldn't give In. It's
all for your good, pa" she said. That
was what Van told him every chance
he got. | callate them words had
come to be almost as sickening to him
as the milk
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