El Paso herald. (El Paso, Tex.) 1901-1931, 1910-08-23

son lay back quietly
He's all right now, madam Don't
you trouble to wait"
Thank you. Jane will bring you
anything you may happen to want
1t was a full minute after the door
closed before Mr.. Crimson regained his
breath.
How dare your What do you mean
by it?" be Sasped. ''H.t.ing me ike
THAR
New system, sir I'll try it again
whenever the pain comes on"
you're mad You're a dangerous
lunatic, Fetch my wifel Stop herr"
But Mr.. Busfield paid no attention
He had heard the hall door close
do you hear me? 1 told you
That's enough of itr'
Mr.. Crimson almost foamed at the
mouth.
lish? Shut up, them added Mr. Bus
field rudely.
With a frenzied growl the stout
gentlemen stretched towards the hand
bell. Mr. Busfield pulled it out OF his
reach
Give that to me-instantly"
Not muchr'
I'll write to the home. I'll have you
discharged for insolencer
don InlQk observed MI DdSA4C-N
smilingly Keep your wool on Pains?
OF course you've got pains 1 know
your sort Too much to eat, and not
enough exercise. Waited on hand and
foot, most likely. Jolly good mind to
cure you before 1 60"
Mr.. Crimson breathed heavily, stared
with wide open eyes. He drew away
as Mr.. Busfield approached menacingly.
"A surly old idiot, that's what you
are. Used to bullying your wife and
daughter and everybody. 1 take it. Let's
have no more of that See? L can ouIly
too. If 1 want to-"
Mr.. Crimson actually shivered.
II say 1 can bully too. if 1 want to-
Yves" he assented jerkily. But
I'm far from well, you see; and
Rats Get up out of that chair.
IT can't L never move about. Well,
then" added Mr.. Crimson unsteadi1y.
lat least hand me that stick before /
Stick? Fiddlesticki Rouse out of 1T
unless you want me 70 help you
Mo In one moment. Therer'
Now walk round the room till L
tell you to stop. Faster"
"Must-I-really?"
Faster. tell you. Have I got to
speak twice?"
Painting and perspiring, Mr. Crimson
continued his unaccustomed promenade.
Once he tried to escape by the door, but
was dragged back roughly by the collar
and threatened in positively blood
curdling fashion.
Now may-I-sit-down- please?'
YES, but you mustn't stir for half an
hour. I'm going down stairs now. Re-
member what I'm sayingr
"Why, certainly-certainly."
Mr. Busfield passed out with back
ward scowl.
Mrs Crimson found the note on the
hat stand.
HE left it here. Jane-that young
mann"
81 s'pose so. num- Didn't hear i'm go,
though"
She took up the paper and read
amazedly:
Dear Mrs. Crimson,
You won't have any more trouble
with your precious husband If you are
firm with him. He is now quite tame.
He won't have pains again either.
They're all Imagination and tommyrot.
If he starts his old bullying tricks, just
remind him of me.
"Once more, be firm, That is the adj
vice of yours truly,
Nurse No. -
p. S.-Nurse No. won't be neces-
sary. and will not arrive! You will re-
member I telephoned to the homer
At her exclamation her daughter
peered over her shoulder.
What does it mean. Maggie? oh,
good heavensv
Through the half-open door of the
dining-room she had caught sight of
rifled sideboard.
"All the silver. Maggie!" They
rushed upstairs. Yes; and my jewel
case-empty! Fetch policeman
quick! Janet No. no, I'll go myself"
Entirely forgetting her husband she
flew down again and out into the
street. BY good luck constable stood
at the corner She poured out her tale.
Returning in despair. she sought her
husband
Back at last. Huh. and where's