The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1908-10-12
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Lisbeth stood within the charmed
circle of American freemen and
hardened to the marvellous story of
the eminent Austrian scientist, who
had toiled for fifty years in search
of the Elixir of Life, and found it
| one day by accident in his labora-
tory wash bowl. Now the great
secret had been confided to the
long coated, sOmbrero adorned talk
ing machine on the blackboard, and
he alone was entrusted with the
mission Of saving a word.
This is the marvel, gentlemen,
right here in the yellow bottle.
DIR. Barnak's Bohemian Relief-pos-
itively cures bunions, malaria,
rheumatic, consumption, heart-ache,
| earache, deafness and that tired
feeling. Makes you feel young
makes you see things. Only one
dollar, and beautiful colored pic
ture of Washington crossing the
Delaware with every bottle. Who's
the first gentleman, now?'
The first gentleman was Squire
Raj Simpson of Long Hollow, who
could not hear thunder The man
with the red vest dropped par
ticle of the wondrous fluid ir the
ear of Uncle Raj and the miracle
was performed. Uncle Raj heard
the very whisperings of nature.
A leading citizen of Pokeville end
the deacon of the Horntown church
followed, finding relief from asth-
ma, and the rheumatic postmaster
of Duff rejuvenated long rusted
joints. 1t was wonderful.
Lisbeth drank it all in. To the
child, this breezy, immodest Yam
kee was Moses sent to heal the
people of Siwash county, and she
wished that her Uncle Hiram could
see. Here was magician, who
could ease the old mans lumbago
that forty-three nostrums and eigh-
teen country doctors had failed to
ease.
Then she thought of her own
case. For Lisbeth had a "com-
plant" too. She had heard old
Doctor Sibley mutter THE child
has too big heart for this world
she will never get on" 1t was
when Lisbeth had stolen softly in
to the sick room of the Rankin
kids" whom the measles had
kept out of meanness for the space
Of six weeks. Lisbeth had brought
the very worst Rankin, the ten
months old gingerbread man that
she had received the previous
Christmas-and the worst Rankin
had relapse from the eating.
Now. when lazy 81 Stanton had
imbibed the Elixir and jumped al
most over the wagon in his mad
sprightliness, Lisbcth dropped her
reserve and scrambled into the bed.
Il want some medicine to make
me WELL" she said to the noisy
philanthropist. Il have too big a
heart. And my doll, Rag Man, has
lost his stuffin'."
The medicine man did not under
stand at first, and he pushed Lis
beth away, while he made change
for the preacher.
But the child repeated her re-
quest ana tne ldklF paused oOIne-
thing in the solemn blue eyes SEEM
ed to catch and hold him.
"What-what is your name,
child? My God. it amt Lucy?'
MY names Lisbeth." said the
child, and my dolls Rag Man. See
how bad he is?"
Rag Mans sawdust vitals had
ebbed away. There was hardly
enough filling left for a serious
collie, but the man of medicine did
not mind this. He was having
twinges of recollection. Back on
the barren Vermont acres of his
own innocence, there had been just
such a blue-eyed cherub and the
sight of Lisbeth recalled things
the hired hand, the heifers, the
swimmin' hole and grim, kind
Puritan he had called mother The
hard, bluff the-world face of the
fakir relaxed; his come on good
people tones softened to semb
lance of those that had called the
cows home in the early seventies.