Bisbee daily review., 1909-03-06
What He Needed csnRinghans Ma, Si sst1sg sist
 By Kennen narYis.

Cunningham entered the honse with a dragging footstep that Immediately excited his wife's sympathy.
 Don't you feel any better this even ing. my dear?" she asked, solieitously
 Cunningham sighed wearily Its nothing" he said. I'm just little tired. It's been rather a hard day that's all"
 That's what you've been saying for the last two weeks" said Mrs. Gun ningham. as she helped him of with his coat. q believe you are sickening for something"
 "'Nonsense!" said Cunningham. with a half groan. I'm just D little under the weather, that's all"
 He dragged himself into the dining room and collapsed into an easy chair while his wife regarded him anMously
 Don't you feel bad in any paTtica- lar placer" she asked. The strange part Of it is that you have a good colUr and you aren't falling of in weight at all, yet it doesn't seem to me that you've eaten enough to keep yourself
 
 think youll like what I have for you this eveuing--the most beautiful rOas. lamb.<
 I'm not hungry tonight" said Gun ningham. T believe I'll go into the library and lie down for little while.
 Baxter Cunningham, cried Ei. wife. you've just got to cat; Elh. youll be sick if you don't eat You're sick now. You didn't eat bite ol breakfast this morning. end ] GoA- be- Iieve you've eaten any lunch"
 "Yes, indeed" protested Cunning. ham. 'I ate q good lunch"
 He raised himself from Inc chair with an obvious cffor- and E0lked slowly into the library. where hc stretched himself upon the couch and 1t a cigar. lie was well on his way through the second one when his wife came in with the little Cunningham
 T thought I'd just lei them come in to. say goodnight dear" she said Kiss papa now ard then go ups laifs very Guietly. ! don't WauJ you jo make any noise. Poor papa sick.
 I'm not sick. said Cunningham faintly, as he embraced his oTspr.ua Let 'em make sH the noise hey waHl I don't mind it'
 Would you drink some ezgUpgg fl made some for you?'
 Cunningham shook his head and sighed.
 Why don't you have a dac,or? don't see why you refuse to do that He could give you little tonic Oi something"
 Well, to tell you the truth I saW a doctor downtown yesterday" said Cunningham. 'T vent to a mar Dawson recommended-Dr Ripper, fl the Nokomis building. He's a special fist for nervous troubles aud they say he knows his business" ''Why didn't you tell ms?" said Mrs Cunningham, in some agitation. What did he sayE"
 'Oh, he dumped me around and asked lot of questions. l told him of Course. that I'd been working rather hard lately-Or, to be exact. be asked me if l hadn't been working pretty hard. Anyway. there's nothing tho matter with me, only"
 What"
 Well. there's nothing the matter with me. I've told you that rigb' along. The doctor said so. too"
 Baxter. said Mrs. Cunningham you're keeping something back iron me Yoa said nothing wrong, only Only what?"
 Well. .'"said Cunningham, reluctant ly. The said was run down and over worked. and the best thing l could dC would be tO go somewhere and rela, Catireiy-stay three or four weeks
 old him 1t was impossible and h' said. Al right; then I wash my handl of you
 Why is it impcssible?" asked Mrs Cunningham.