Oxford Democrat. [volume] (Paris, Me.) 1833-1933, 1911-03-21

| and put 1t In the oven TO heat. Soon
afterward he returned to the bedroom
bearing the iron wrapped in a dish
towel.
"My ma always used to put a hot
fat to my feet when I was young
one and got chilled" he explained. 81
amt used one for some time, but
guess it's good receipt How do you
feel now? Any more iclcles"
"No. sir. I'm ever so warm. Isn't
this nice bed"
Think so. do you? Glad Of 1t. Well,
now. I'm goin' to leave you in 1t while
I step down street and see about hav-
in your box sent for. I'll be back
In a shake. If anybody comes to the
door while I'm gone don't you worry
Let 'em go away again"
He put on his hat and left the house
walking rapidly, his head down and
his hands in his pockets. At times he
would pause in his walk, whistle,
shake his head and go on once more.
Josiah Dimick met him, and his an
swers to Josiah's questions were SO
vague and irrelevant that Captain
Dimick was puzzled and later ex,
pressed the opinion that "Whits cook
in must be pretty bad; acted to me as
If he had dyspepsy Of the BRAIN"
Captain Cy stopped at Mr.. Lumley's
residence to leave an order for the de,
livery Of the box. Then he drifted into
Simmons and accosted Alpheus Small,
ley.
AL" he said, whats good for a
cold"
"Why?" asked Mr.. Smalley in true
Yankee fashion. "You got one"
"Hey? Oh. yes-yes, I've got one
BY way Of proof he coughed until the
lamp chimneys ratified on the shelf.
Judas. | should think you had! Is
your throat sore?"
"Hey? Yes, guess So"
Don't you know? II you've got
sore throat there amt nothin' better n
Arabian balsam. But what In time
are you doin' out in this drizzle with
a cold and no umbrella? Do you want
to-
Never mind my umbrella. l left II
In the church entry t'other Sunday, and
somebody got out afore | did. This
Arabian balsam-seems to me l re-
member my mas usin' that on me
Wet u rag with 1t, don't you. and tic
1t round your neck?'
"Yup. Be sure and use a flannel
rag and red flannel II you've got 1t.
That acts quicker n the other kinds
Fifteen cent bother"
I guess so. Nights we'll give me
some sass'p'rilla while you're about 1t;
always handy to have in the house.
And-er-say, Is that canned soup
you've got up on that shelf"
The astonished clerk admitted that
1t was.
"Well, give me can Of the chicken
kind"
Mr.. Smalley, standing on a chair
to reach the shelf where the soup
was kept, shook his head.
"Now, that's too bad, cap'n," he said.
"but we're all out Of chicken just now.
Fact is, we amt got nothin' but ter
matter and beef broth. Yes, and !
declare If the termatter amt all gone" "
"Humph! Then guess III take the
beef. Needn't mind wrappin' 1t up.
So long,"
The captain entered the house quiet
ly and tiptoed to the door Of the bed
room. Emily was asleep, and the sight
of the childish head upon the pillow
gave him a start as he peeped in at 1t.
1t looked so natural, almost as II 1t
belonged there. It had been In n
bed like that and In that very room
that he had slept when boy.
Gabe, brimful Of curiosity, brought
the box q little later. His curiosity
was ungratified. Captain Cyrus ex-
planning that 1t was package he had
been expecting.
He was warming the beef broth in
saucepan on the stove when Emily ap-
peared. She was dressed In dry
clothes from the box and seemed to be
feeling as good as new.
"Hellow exclaimed Captain Cy.
You're on deck again, hey? How's
iciclesT
"All gone" was the reply. do you
do your own work? Can't I help?
can set the table. I used to for Mrs.
Oliver"
The captain protested that he could
do It himself just as we'll; but, the girl,
protesting, he showed her where the
dishes were kept. From the corner Of
his eye he watched her as she unfold
ed the tablecloth.
sIs this the only one you've gotr'
she inquired. "It's awful dirty"
"Hum! Yes. I amt tended up to
my washin' and ironin' the way I'd
ought to. I'll lose my Job II don't
look out, hsy2"
Before they sat down to the meal
Captain Cy insisted that his guest
take a tablespoonful Of the sarsapa-
rilla and decorate her throat with a
section Of red flannel soaked in the
Arabian balsam."
"Have some soup? Some bought
purpose for you. Best thing goin' for
folks with icicles," remarked the cap
tain. waving the iron spoon he had
used to stir the contents Of the sauce
pan.
"Yes, sir, thank you. But don't you
ask q blessing7"
"HeyT
"A blessing, you know-saying that
you're thankful for the food now set
before u.s."
"Huml Why, to tell you the truth
I've kind Of neglected that, I'm afraid.
Bein' thankful for the grub I've had
lately was most too much Of strain,
shouldn't wonder"