The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-08-22
The Cure--A Short Story
By LESLIE THOMAS

Anything want? I should think
so. indeed" cried Mrs. Crimson ir-
ritably.
"A hassock for my feet, now! How
many more times shall I have to re-
mind you of that. pray? You and
Maggie-you're both alike. You go
off and leave me-nevcr mind wheth.
er I'm uncomfortable or not. 1t doesn't
matter If I'm agonizing pain; oh, dear,
no."
I'm very sorry, Henry. l forgot -
"Forgot-that's always the cry!"
He raised his voice. Well, just try
to remember in future; Go you hear?''
Shall l send for the doctor, Henry,
IL you're feeling worse?"
Now, there's a suggestion. You
know as we'll as do that the doctor
does me no good whatever. He's an
incompetent noodle. He can't under.
stand even what's wrong with me,
much less
Another cushion. dear?"
''All very well to interrupt No, l
will not have another cushion. Put
that bell beside me; and then TO.
goodness sake leave me to myself is
Maggie back yet with that library
book of mine?"
Not yet" responded Mrs. Crimson
in meek weakness. Size had to dc
some shopping"
Il thought that was James duty"
Some little odds and ends for her
costume, dear. She wants to look nice
this afternoon at Mrs. whitney's gar.
den party"
You're going, them" commented
her husband, with ominous calm
Both OF you. suppose? Oh, yesr
Then the storm burst. "A fine thing
-gadding about all over the place
I'm nobody, of ,course!"
We're very seldom out; and the
dear girl couldn't go alone"
so therell only be Jane in the
house. Very nice! Very attractive
prospect! What's that
Il told You yesterday, dear" OBJ
served Mrs. Crimson hesitatingly
about the nurse coming from thu
home We've arranged it ALL"
"Nurse!" her husband beloved
"Nurse!"
He'll look after you while we've
away. l asked them to send an agree
able and affable man."
Wisely, perhaps, she left the room
before Mr.. Crimson, red-faced ant
spluttering, could again manage to ar
ticulate.
Mr.. Alfred Busfield. thin alert
looking man in q neat, dark suit O
clothes, walked briskly to the side en-
trance after quick glance up an.
down the road. Jane, the aid. opene'
the door to him. He produced bulk.
note book, and leaned forward pleas
antly.
| Obi" she remarked. You're from
the nursing-home. Been waiting TO
you. Come in. The Missis wants t
be Off"
For a moment Mr. Busfield hesitat
ed; then he coughed, and referred t,
his book.
| Name of Crimson, believer"
That's right
Mr.. Busfield was standing. hat i,
hand. glancing about him in cur
ious fashion. He reused himself, an
followed her.
you're rather late?" Mrs. crimson
suggested. Mr.. Busfield muttere
apologies. But I expect Parkinson
are always busy. I'll take you t
my. husband"
| Mr.. Busfield bowed. III by an
chance you have telephone-he mu,
INJURED. Thank you. madam. Just t
report my arrival, you know. shan
keep you an instance. Please 60 o
ahead"
He was left alone in the Nbrar,
with the door closed, for short intel
wal. Reappearing quietly. he caugh
sight of the lady waiting at the hea
of the staircase; and coughed again.
This way l should just like (
warn you that my husband is some
what-somewhat inclined to be irr
table. But invalids OTTER are. fahc,
Yes, he likes to have his own way. s
please humor him. And, of course,
he mentions his pains you will kno'
what to do"
Il shall know what to do agree
Mr.. Busfield composedly.
Upstairs, Mr.. Crimson swung roun
in his easy chair. and eyed the ne,
conner from top to toe. Then he snor
ed.
Huh! and he's going to be here ii
you come back? I've got to sit an
look at that? Upon my soul! Her
do you pretend to know what your
doing?" ,.
Certainly, sir" returned Mr.. Blu
field suavely. Il am an expert at n
business"
Promptly Mr.. Crimson uttered ye
and, squirming in apparent agon