The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1910-04-06

fer water It's the wholesomest of anything you've
swallered fer one spell. tell you.
Wilkinson said nothing but tried to throw pathos
despairing groan that unobstrusvely dolefu.
Il was readin only last week." his wife resumed,
that healthy man oughter drink gallon OF water
day to keep him healthy. Now you amt healthy
man, Mr.. Wilkinson and we've got to take more. 1t
stands reason.
thirty minutes-why that's half (hic)-that's half
gallon an hour. He did some dumb calculating
why. that's (hic)-that's twelve gallons day.
Mandy. amt unhealthy all that
Yes. you be- You're awful unhealthy man,
and you're the dryest critter l ever You've
been dry for the last twenty years that I've won
dered the dust didn't fan Off you when the only thing
that ever reconced ME to you was the thought that
We might say, fulfllin of the old scriptur
words that we uses to funeras-'Dust thou art and
unto dust shalt thou return I've often thought
that you've kept that OF Scrptur' teachings eff
We amt never kept other
Wilkinson's thoughts were large, round thoughts,
bat someway he seemed to have medium of
preston for them He continued to weep softly and
MIS-. Wilkinson continued talk, altogether
moved by the spectacle OF his
You've always said We had to drink because ye
Was SO dry. Well now, amt never goin to let
We get dry again. I'm going to keep ye wet; and if
quart OF water every half hour amt enough, can
easy make it more Its cheap medicine
The reaction from strong emotion always had
which he tried manfully keep open. became
penitent sinner dwelling upon the thoughts OF his
SINS began to Presently they closed and his
TO him modern minute whisking by on some new
scheme OF rapid that stretched it far
mile. He had only just dozed off when he heard
his wifes voice that he had really never quite lost
track of in his drowsy lapse. saying,
Its time fer water. MI. Wilkinson.
He awoke with start and raised his head meek
- ly One OF the hardest tasks OF Wilkinsons life
swallow about pint OF that tasteess dipper-
full Then he looked up
Cant put somethin into it. Mandy-even
c1i1 n111l 1,n
to make it slide down easer? His voice was implor
ing but hers was sharp and incisive as she an
sWered:
Now, Mr.. Wilkinson. there amt nothn' the mat
with yer swaerer. Your swaerer has been the
active of all Yer members sence I've knowed
yc and amt never heard We complain of it before.
1t amt never shirked an | don't want it to shirk
now. The only thing is that you've got yer mind
crostwise in yer throat. and it makes yer think that
little quart OF is roarn' Niagara trying
go over mill-dam and not wash out the scenery
both sides. Jes suppose it was beer
He drew long breath at the thought and again
applied himself to the dipper His effort was heroic
and little streams OF water tricked down each side
of his chin, circling in chilly currents round to the
back of his neck and making cold, wet place be-
tween his shoulders His wife suspected this zeal,
though, and eased the dipper little
There's more gon't outside than there is inside"
she remarked dryly Take it a little easier
1t seemed to her afflicted husband as if his mind,
other portion of his anatomy had got cross
wise in his throat Never before had it required so
much resolution work those little automatic mus
cles so long used so we'll practiced Finally he had
count three, then four, then five. between swal-
lows He remembered to have heard the minister,
who inclined poetical metaphor, say that
one swallow did not make a summer and he thought
how true it too, that one swallow did not
make quart. He had never heard of the elder Mr..
Weller. his son, sam, OF missionary tea
meetings, but after three hours OF the water-cure
treatment Wilkinson felt himself to be visibly swell
lin" His soul rose in revolt when portion OF the
last dose of water spurted through his nosrils and
declined go down, and he lay back on his pillow
gasping. AS a matter OF fact at this juncture Wik-
insons mouth bubbling like the scupper OF
sinking ship.
I'm drowndin', Mandy" he gurgled hoarsely I'm
drowndin inside My nsdes is all awash--jest
hoatn' round and nothn' anchor TO. II this don't
give dropsy that won't never git over, it
amt going to be your fault.
ol.n ther, Milll-