The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1908-05-31

out the cigar box. He looks at the
FumadOras regretful.
They've kept those locked away
from me for two weeks" says he, and
that was worse than going without
food"
Smoke up, then" says I. There's
one due you"
LAS it will probably be my last,
guess I viii" says he.
Honest. the old gent was so sure he'd
crOak before mOrnin that he wanted 10
write some farewell letters, but he was
too done up for that ! tucked him
] into bed, opened the windows, and be
! fore l could get out he was sawin wood
! like a hired man.
He was still wOrkin' the fog horn
when l went in to rOut him out at )
o'clock. II was a tough job. but 1 got
I him out of his trance at last.
Come on" says 1. We've got TO do
our three miles and have a rub down
! before breakfast"
] First off he sWOre he couldn't move.
/ and / guess he was some stiff from his
/ sprint the day before. but by the time
/ he'd got out where the birds was sing
/ in, and the trees and grass looked
/ like they'd been done over new durin'
/ the night. 1 was able to coax him into
/ a dog trOt. 1t was a gentle little stunt.
/ but it limbered the old boy up, and
/ after we'd had a shower and a rub he
| forgot all about his joints.
/ well, are you set on keepin' that
date i'm the obituary column. or Will
we have breakfast" says I.
| 4 could eat cold lObscOuse," says he.
! Mother Whaley's got sOmethin' bet
/ tern that in the kitchen" says l.
I suppose this will finish me-" says
| he. tacklin' the eggs and corn mullins.
! Now, wouldn't that give you the pip?
| Why with their specialists and medi-
| Gated dope, they'd got the old chap so
| leerX of good straight grub that he was
/ bein' starved to death And even after
I'd got him braced up into something
/ like condition, he didn't think 1t was
| hardly right to go on eatin'.
/ I expect I ought TO go back and
start in on that slop diet again." says
| he.
I couldn't stand by and see him do
/ that. though. He was too fine an old
/ sport to be polished off in any such
( style. See here. Commodore" says I,
| IF you're dead stuck on maxim a liv-
/ in skeleton of yourself. why I throws
up me hands. But if you'll stay here
| for a couple Of weeks and do just as
! say, I'll put you i'm trim to hit up the
kind of life 1 reckon you think is worth
| Twin"
BY glory says he. IF you can do
| that, I'll"
NO, you won't" says L This is my
blow"
Course. it was A cinch. He want
any invalid. There was stuff enough in
him to last for twenty years, if il was
handled right. He begun To pick up
! right away / only worked him hard
! enough TO make the meals seem d long
ways apart and the mattress feel good.
! Inside of "A week 7 had the red back
/ in his cheeks, and he was chuckin' the
medicine ball around good and hard
/ and tellin' me what a scrapper he used
/ TO be when he first went to the cadet
mill, down to Annapolis. You can al
1 ways tell when these old boys feel
| kinky-they begin TO remember things
like that. Before the fortnight was up
he wasn't shyin' at anything on the
/ bill of fare. and he was hintin' around
/ that his thirst was comm back strong.
! Cant / ever have another drink"
! says he, as sad as a kid leavin' home.
I'D take as little as little as / could
/ get along with
III promise 10 do that" says he
/ He did. too. About the second day
after he'd gone back to his son-in-law's
place, he sends for me to come over.
! finds him Walkin' around the grounds
/ as spry as a two-year-old.
We'll" says l, how did the folks
take it?"
He chuckles. They don't know what
to say" says he. They can't see how
a specialist who charges five hundred
dollars for an hours visit can be
wrong; but they admit I'm as good as
new"
"How's Babbitt?" says 7.
That's why 1 wanted you TO come
over" says he. "Now, watch" Then
he let's out roar you could have heard
ten blocks away, and in about two
shakes old wash-day shows up. "Ha!
/ you shark-nosed sculpin!" yells the
! Commodore. Where's your cOnfOund-
ed tea cart? Go get il. sir"
yes. sir; directly, sir" says Bah
bitt He comes trottin back with it in
a hurry.
Got any of that blasted deeayed
milk in it?'
mo, sir" says Babbitt-
Are you glad or sorry? Speak up
now"
I'm glad. sir" says Babbitt. givin'
the salute.
Good" says the Commodore. Then
open up your wagon and mix me
Scotch high ball"
| And Rabbit did 1t like a little man.
Il find says the Commodore, wink
/ in at me over the top of his glass.
that l can get along with as few as
| six of these day To your very good
health, Professor McCabe."
Stand it? Well, I shouldn't wonder
He's a tough one. And ten years from
now. if there's another Spanish fleet 10
be filled full of shot holes. I shouldn't
be surprised TO find my old Commodore
fit and ready 10 turn the trick.
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