The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1911-01-25
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V ~ ~ What the matterf Davis vas perfectly wailiao to be dog or goat. or . cat. or anything else l be strong enough It vas very exasperatins
 Feeny was stunE His professional prtds wast on had s n air or chase their thumbs, and here was this yosng dummy (which is what MT. Feeny called himl w4el calling hungrily. for more Feeny went to work in] earnest He brushed up all the nns points of Ai6 twists, and grand combined series of facial nssa sage. garfng eyes. and soft music that never haAi failed He took to staying home nishts bssors sAsa poured human electricity by the quart into Dsvts'9 eager carcass: hour after hour he pumped away e there with his lat chest and hs chiness skull and his big. pleading appealing rabbit eyes and seaksx stand it He threw on full speed He consultsA Aia brothers in the trade He bought booka He grsvf would have to beg him him for % half .n hour S.sor. hs could get him to go ahead and tackle 1t asains Feeny finally got to looking pretty sick i Hicks put it to Mr. Joe TooIs That's s :n sS:r. to g hypnotist anyway-goat! They do it m sa sloppy for him. He can work till Jericho and hGs won't be able to make Davie wiggle a toe AmX got enough goat, see? Davies just naturally acI fabbergasted it'd take whole power house to sheo1 the kinks into him! Feeny'I bust hissef wide opsni Notice last night? Split his vest up the back! 0oOli sign! Workin hard! Some of them passes wal fierce Almost knocked the of beer over onceI got an idea Coin to investigate. If everythings| trick Nothin to do but wait and see. Patiencel{ Patience! How's your liver this morning? That's good"
 When the irresistible force meets the immovablSj body 1t is easy enough to tell what will happen:| there will be some moments of friction little blue smoke. and both will be consumed. But when the irresistible force meets the aching. welcoming void when the irresistible force meets the vacuum that Nature abhors-let us wait and what happens.
 Mr. Feeny had been laboring over Davie for i three weeks and three days He had lost twenty pounds in weight and couldn't sleep nights Davie had gained twenty pounds and couldn't do anything but sleep. MT. Feeny had fallen intos sort of stupor. He would sit Imply in his chair and fol. low Davie around with his eyes, just the way dog will look at baby that has given him a piece of soap to eat He couldn't take his eyes off Davie
 When MT. Chappy Hicks observed this remark. l able condition he had wnked broadly MT Toole slapped himself heartily the leg tapped his skull to show that something extraordinary was s1mmerng there. and nodded mysteriousy to Davie passed between them proved to be a long and ear nest conversation in which the usually jocose Mr. Hicks did great deal of solemn arguing pointing vigorously at the parlor in which Davies aunt Mrs Lane, sat donating verbal meal tickets to the star boarding hypnotist
 At last the words of Hicks seemed to carry con- victon and, with hearty slap the back. he left the astounded Davie to his thoughts They must have been serious ones because Dave licked his lips less than forty tirnes, batted his eyes no less than twenty and ten times swallowed the timid lump in his throat
 It was on the fourth night of the fourth week of the obsession. Human endurance could go further. The air in the Lane boarding house usu. ally so thick and muggy and calm, strained to a lightning bearing degree Even Mrs. Lane her self. who had gone placidy about all day telling glitter1ng objects the base canard that MT Feeny paid his board before it due, had yielded
 sort of futile nervousness and puttering about to stand the unwonted atmosphere, took off his dia mond and went to a moving picture show. Mr. long legs like stork on spree. peaking into door ways. jgling his keys. and whstling at the parrot to conceal his feverish In the parlor Mr. Feeny and Davie-alone
 Mr Feeny was sunk in moody watchfuness in the rocking chair. Davie dumped patnetcally on the piano stool. For minutes there silence between them, the silence of despair upon the one hand, the silence of longing anticpatioB
 Then remarkable thing happened. Davfe had been sitting usual. with his lambent, childlike gaze fixed upon the piercing eyes of Mir Feeny. when all of sudden that gentleman jumped from his chair nervously and yelled:
 Don't do that, Stop that! Don't do that!"
 Don't do what?' asked Davie. beaming upon him softly
 Don't look at me like that" breathed Mr. Feeny,i
 Why. MT. Feeny!" expostulated Davte. in
 But MT. Feeny acted like crazy man He gurgled in his throat, his lower jaw dropped. he crouched into an amazing posture. and with hi his eyes still staring into Davies. came creeping like tiger the carpet He seemed to be looking Davie but he seemed to be peering into vacancy. too. It quit extraordinary.
 "Why, MT Feeny!" said Davie again.
 MT. Feeny made a difficult noise with his larynx.l Then he pointed his finger straight at the boy and parked: q believe you've got hypnotized!"
 Almost before this astounding declaration was out of MT. Feenys mouth tho door opened noise lessly and the grotesque face of MT. Chappy Hicks could be seen. silently telegraphing something to Davie Davie looked, hesitated, looked at MI. Hicks again, then looked back at the odd figure of MT Feeny. swallowed two Jumps in rapid successte1s and stammered:
 "I have, MT. Feeny."
 "Ibelieve ou've-gotmehypnctized." repeated M Feeny, more mildly. ze
 "I have MT. Feeny," repeated Davie just as mill| ly. And then with hasty look at the deer hGl continued: Wont y-you please go away Iron Ns1I York and and stay away?"
 And MT. Feeny did.
 Davie is going through promotion after premot1ek down at the egg-shipping house. Perhaps eeAe American business man tell the why.
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