Highland recorder. (Monterey, Highland County, Va.) 1877-1972, 1910-08-12

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clock struck. There was Il joStlllg III
the rear caused by late corners, at
which the serious young 90; TORS
frowned Gerrely. The lines moved Tor
ward. and the men as they lasSed the
DhysicianS seemed to undergo some
sort of operation pert ornled by means
of gIittering inStlTGhenIS. Of when
Theodore caught ghmpses like light-
ming playing ABOUT those slitted SHIRT
sleeves.
Theodore found himself in the hui
man current and dritted with it. On
closer view he saw that the doctors
, pricked the patients with little glitter
ing weapons. but he reasoned that II
could be nothing very severe.
Craighead passed Oh. and Carson
took his place The doctor looked
searchingly in his face, seemed puz-
zled and reached to another region OF
the tray for il syringe.
You should have rolled up your
sleeve or cut it." said he sternly. Roll
it up
Theodore rolled up his sleeve, where
upon with an EXPERIENCES quite star
ting the man of medicine pinched up
a bit of the brown flesh. showed in the
! needle. pressed down the piston. ana
Theodore was shot" With II singing
in his arm and wondering us 10 the
why of it all, though he knew by this
time that he had dropped out OF the
night sky into full membership III q
drink cure establishment. he passed on
DR.. Wltherspoon met each patient
with standardized smile. clasped
each hand with Il grip Of absolute uni
formity and said. Good morning. MI
Bascom." or whatever the name might
be. And how is the appetite this
morning! And the tongue. please
| Pulse regular. l observe. Have you
! had your constitutional this morning
| Improving nicely. Mr.. Bascom. Good
morning"
They returned to TheodOre's room
| Soon entered Mr.. O'Grady. Mr.. Evans
and a slender person Of about Carsons
T size, who at once began the courslnS
! of imaginary game on the wall paper
Shaping his thigh and laughing at
! every failure.
"This." said D1r. OGrady, introduc-
Ing the indoor huntsman. lis MI. wy
lie, Mr.. Carson"
MY worst fears confrmed"' Kissed
I Craighead. THE one man ever loved
turns out to be-oh. we gods. both q
teller of truth and a victim OF regular
/ habits. Tie last straw and no julep!'
Carson looked at Wylie, awaiting
Mr. O'Grady's development OF his
| case.
1--WE are, Of cawse," said OGrady
"sorry to have. interfered with your
plans, Mr.. Carson. but
Mr.. O'Grady's grave discourse. II
which Carson could feel himself being
placed irrevocably in the wrong. was
interrupted by Mr.. Wylies making
swoop upon ;ln imaginary animal OF
Mr.. O'Grady's nose.
81 most caught him." he cried. -
bumblebee. \ bumblebee, Sunday
gnats; mosquitoes, Monday; Tuesday
flies: bees. Wednesday: hornets yester
day and bumblebees today. Big game
soon! Ha. ha. ha. ha, WbooD!"
| "Long lost brother evidently" re
marked Craighead. az note the Craig
head strawberry mark Well. when HI
gets to elephants may'claim relation
ship"
"Of cawse." went on Mr.. O'Grady
paying no attention to the Wylie incl
i dent ,except to use and examine TO
blood stains a neatly folded handker
chief. your being found in The green
house has been partially explained. sir
and we are not disposed to make 70,
trouble. In fact, with our customary
liberality we shall leave to you boil
that and your board and lodgings since
you so strangely came into our-intC
our midst"
Hear, hear" calculated Craighead
"Hooroar for the emporium
"And if you Will kindly sign these
mutual receipts in full for all claims
on both sides we will give. Mr.. N'yliC
his room, and-here's the pen, Mr.
Carson, sir"
Theodore had already made the frs
stroke of the "I"' when Craigheal
rushed upon him like whirlwind
snatched the pen, hurled it into the
door like a javelin, where it stood
quivering, and interposed between
Carson and O'Grady.
"Caitiff avauntw he roared. "Wilt
deprive the widows and orphans this
youth may accumulate of their cause
Of action against this dope shotter
emporium? BACK. slave! You reacf
him only over my dead bodyl Receipts
in full? Not en- your life-to coin al
expression. You have shot his patri
clan blood full of dishwater and bus
Juice. You have filled his innocent anC
unworldly stomach with dope. Yor
have amputated his appetite for ligh
wines and may as we'll pass him the
darker drink first as last. He has suf
| forad and muet ayar suffer most eycrll