Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1910-11-30
when you've got the army contracts.'

when you've got the army contracta"
said the traveller.
He could not follow the spirituality un-
DERIVING his chiefs remark. Sypher laid
down the peach he was peeling and look
ed pityingly at Dennymede, as at one OF
little faith. one born to the day OF small
things.
cit will be all the more my duty to do
so.' sad he, when the instruments are
placed in my hands. What, after all. Is
the healing Of a few blistered feet com
pared with the scourge OF leprosy. CO
Zema. itch, psoriasis and what not? Ana.
as for the money itself. what Is It
He preached his sermon. The securing
Of the worlds army contracts was only
a means toward the shimmering ideal II
would clear the path OF obstacles ana
leave the Cure free to pursue its uni.
versal way as consolatriX Auditorium.
The traveller finished his peach. and &C.
cepted another which his host Hospitality
selected for him.
"All the same. SIR, said he, this II
the biggest thing you've struck. May ]
ask how you came TO strike it?'
Like all great schemes, it had humble
beginnings" said Sypher. in comfortable
postprandial mood. unconsciously fiattered
by the admiration of his subOI dinate.
Newton saw an apple drop to the
ground-hence the theory OF g aviation.
The glory of Tyre and Sidon arose from
the purple droDpings of a little dogs
mouth who had been eating shellfish The
great Cunarders came out of the lid OF
Stephensons family kettle. A soldier hap
pened to tell me that his mother had ap-
piled Sypher's Cure to his blistered heels
and that was the origin of the schema"
He leaned back in his chair. stretched
out his legs and put one foot over the
other. He Immediately started back with
a cry Of pain.
Il was forgetting my own internal bis
ter" said he. about square inch OF
skin is off and all the flesh round It Is a.
red as tomato"
You'll have to be careful advised the
traveller. What are you using for IT.
Using for it? Why. good heayenss
man, the Cure! What else?'
He regarded Dennymede as IL he were
insane and Dennymede in his confusion
blushed as red as the bistered heel.
They spent the afternoon over the re-
ports and figures which had So greatly
depressed the traveller. He left his chief
with hopes throbbing in his breast. He
had been promised a high position in the
new army contract department. AS soon
as he had gone Sypher rubbed In more OF
the Cure.
He passed restless night. In the
morning he found the ankle considerably
swollen. He could scarcely put his foot
to the ground. He got into bed again and
rang the bell for the valet de cfambre.
The valet entered. Sypller explained. He
had a bad foot and wanted to see doc
tor. Did the valet know OF a good doc
tor? The valet not only knew Of q good
Geneva, who was always summoned TO
attend English and American visitors at
the hotel: furthermore, he was il the
hotel at that very moment.
ASK him IL he would kindly step up,
said Sypher
He looked ruefully at his ankle, which
was about the size of his calf. wondering
why the Cure had not effected its adver.
tised magic The Inflammation, however,
clearly required medical advice. In the
midst Of his ruefulness the doctor. capa-
ble-looking man of five and thirty, en-.
tered the room. He examined the heel
and ankle with professional scrutiny.
Then he raised his head.
Have You been treating it in any
way?"
Yes" said sypller, with the Cure"
what Cure?"
why, Sypher's Cure
The doctor brought his hand down on
the edge of the footboard Of the bed with
q gesture of Impotence.
"Why on earth do people treat them.
selves with quack remedies they know
nothing about?
"Quack remedies" cried Sypher.
'Of course. They're all pestilential, and
if / had my way I'd have them stacked
In the market place and burned by the
common hangman. But the most pesti.
lential Of the lot Is Sypher's Cure. You
ought never to have used it."
Sypher had the sensation OF the hotel
walls crashing down upon his head. tall.
ing across his throat and weighing upon
his chest. For few instants he sui.
fered a nightmare paralysis. Then he
gasped for breath. At last he said, very
quietly:
DO you know who am?''
II have not the pleasure said the doc.
tor. "They only gave me your room
number"
II am Glen Sypher, the proprietor %
Sypher's Cure
The two men stared at each other. Sy.
pl,er I'm blue-striped pyjama jacket, sup
porting himself by one elbow on the bed,
the doctor at the foot. The doctor spread
out his hands.
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