Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-01-31

woman to proclaim ownership ana
bade me take care of my cold. l mad
no cold. Next came her kiss of part
ing-the level kiss of domesticity ia
vored with Young Hyson. There was
no fear of the eXtemporaneous, OF va
riety spicing her infinite custom
With the deft touch of long malprac-
tice, she dabbed awry my we'll set
scarf pin, and then, as 1 closed the
door, I heard her morning slippers
pattering back to her cooling tea.
When I set out I had no thought or
premonition Of what was to occur. The
attack came suddenly.
For many weeks had been toiling,
almost night and day, at famous rail-
road law case that won triumphantly
but a few days previously. In fact,
had been digging at the law almost
without cessation for many years.
Once or twice good DR.. Volney. my
friend and physician, had warned me-
'If you don't slacken up, "Bellford,"
he said, you'll go suddenly to pieces
Either your nerves or your brain will
give way. Tell me, does week pass
in which you do not read in the pa
pers of a case of aphasia-of some man
lost. wandering nameless, with his past
and his identity blotted out-and all
from that little brain clot made by
overwork or worry?"
'T always thought" said I, that the
clot in those instances was really to
be found on the brains of the news
paper reporters"
DR.. Volney shook his head.
1.-THE disease exists" he said. You
need a change or a rest. Courtroom
office, and home-there is the only
route you travel. For recreation you
read law books. Better take warn
ing in time"
"On Thursday nights" 1 said, de-
fensively, my wife and 1 play crib
bage. On Sundays she reads to me
the weekly letter from her mother.
That law books are not a recreation
remains yet to be established"
That morning as I walked I was
thinking Of DR.. Volney's words. 1 was
feeling as we'll as usually did-possi-
bly, in better spirits than usual.
I awoke with stiff and cranlped mus
cles from having slept long on the in
commodious seat Of day coach.
leaned my head against the seat and
%r;a 20 inly
said to myself: Il must have a name
of some sort" searched my pockets.
Not a card, not letter, not a paper,
or monogram could l find. But found
in my coat pocket nearly $4,000 in
bills Of large denomination. Il must
be some one, of course" 1 repeated to
myself, and began again to consider.
The car was we'll crowded with men,
among whom, told myself. there must
have been some common interest, for
they intermingled freely. and seemed
in the best good humor and spirits.
One of them-a stout, spectacled gen.
tleman enveloped in decided odor of
cinnamon and aloes-took the vacant
half of my seat with a friendly nod
and unfolded a newspaper. In the in
tervals between his periods of reading
we conversed, as travellers will, on
current affairs. l found myself able
to sustain the conversation on such
subjects with credit, at least to my
memory. By and by my companion
said:
You are one of us, of course. Fine
lot of men the west sends in this
time. I'm glad they held the con-
vention in New York; I've never been
east before. My names r. P. Bolder
--Bolder & Son of Hickory Grove,
Missouri
Though unprepared, / rose to the
emergency. as men will when put to
it, Now must 1 hold a christening
and be at once babe, parson, and
parent. My senses came TO the res
cue of my slower brain. The insist
ent odor of drugs from my compan-
ion supplied one idea; a glance at his
newspaper, where my eye met con-
SpicuouS advertisement. assisted me
further.
My name" said I, glibly, lis Ed
ward Pinkhammer. l am a druggist
and my home is in Cornopolis, Kas."
Il knew you were a druggist" said
my fellow-traveler, affably. Il saw
the callouS spot on your right fore
finger where the handle of the pestle
rubs. OF course, you are a delegate
to our national convention"
Are all these men druggists?" l
asked, wonderingly.
'"rhpV are This car came through
from the west. And they're your old
time druggists, too-none of your pa
tent table-and granule pharmashoot-
lists that use slot machines instead of
a prescription desk. We percolate
our own paregOric and roll our own
pills. and we amt above handling a
few garden seeds in the spring. and
carrying a side line of confectionery
and shoes. l tell you, Hampinker,
I've got an idea to spring on this con-
vention-new ideas is what they want.
Now, you know the shelf bottles of
tartar emetic and Rochelle salt. Ant.
ct Pot. Tart. and Sod. ct pot. Taft
ones poison, you know, and the 9TH
er's harmless. It's easy to mistake
one label for the other. Where do
druggists mostly keep 'em? Why. as
far apart as possible, on different
shelves. That's wrong. l say keep
EN- Slue Dy Slue, SO Wneu you WdHl
one you can always compare it with
the other and avoid mistakes. Do
you catch the idea?"
1T seems to me very good one, y
said.
"All right, When 1 spring it on
the convention you back it up. Well
make some of these eastern orange
phoSphate-and-m massage cream pro-
fessors that think they're the only
lozenges in the market look like hypo-
dermic tablets"
IF 1 can be of any aid" / said
warming, the two bottles of-er-'
'Tartrate of antimony and potash
and tartrate Of soda and potash"
Shall henCeforth sit side by side" :"
I concluded. firmly.
Now. there's another thing" said
Mr.. Bolder. For an eXcipient ma
nipulating a pill mass which do you
prefer-the magnesia carbonate or
the pulverized glycerrhiza radix?"
The-er-magneSia." l said. 1t
was easier to say than the other word.
Mr.. BOlder glanced at me distlust-
fully through his spectaclcS
Give me the glyCerrhiza." said he.
"Magnesia cakes"