Edgefield advertiser. [volume] (Edgefield, S.C.) 1836-current, 1911-09-13
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UNDERSTUDY

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started as his wife, close to his el-
bow, exclaimed, franklin! An
other?"
He nodded gloomily, laying down
the glass and picking up his brushes.
"Well, 1 know exactly what to do
this time" Her voice, though not
without sympathy, exhaled business
like satisfaction. 81 talked 1t over
with Uncle Bailey when ne was here
yesterday, and he said he knew all
about Jobs comforters-that's what
he called them. He says all you
have to do is to take d pound Of shot
and cook 1t in Il quart Of milk and
drink the milk, and you'll never have
another. He's tried it three times"
"Not If know myself, I'll get
good and worse before take that
dose. 1 think I'd better consult
doctor"
"oh, no! Try the simple home
remedies first. Bring home some shot
this evening""
Deaf to wifely exhortation, Mofatt
persisted in his high-headed atti-
tude until he started of for his days
work. At about three o'clock, how.
ever, he appeared at home with a
chastened look on his face and q
pound Of shot in his pocket
There's new one starting on the
other side of my neck" he confessed.
go ahead and boil up the shot If
you want to, and then let's fix some
bread and milk poultices- I've heard
of them all my life"
When he had gulped down the shot
favored milk and was lying on the
couch, decorated with poultices. a
kind hearted neigibor ran IN.
"oh, 4 know all about iti" she
told him, after inquiring into his all
ment. ~ had 43-one after the others
Nothing helped me-nothing."
"Mattie," Moffatt demanded next
morning, do I look like your idea Of
Job?"
mo, nor act like It. either" But
she was sorry as soon as she had
said it
There's another Of these things
coming under my chin" he an
nounced. "Therell be whole noun
tain range of them on my neck, from
ear to ear. / can't go to the office"
poor franklin" She soothed him
with a subtle tinge Of elation in her
tone "I've something new to try
an ointment that Cousin Sally told
me about. I've had the druggist put
1t up. 1t smells dreadfully, dear, but
she says If you rub 1t in faithfully.
always with an upward motion, it's a
certain cure. I'll rub some in before
breakfast"
~For PHYS sakel" cried, Grandma
Worthington. when she walked in.
the morning after, and found Moffatt
still staying at home with his tribula-
tions. Don't fuss around with oint-
ments, children! No use paying out
money to druggists for thing. like
this. Don't you know what toR dot
Take the shells Of three eggs and
mash them to a powder. then swal-
low one Of them every morning for
three days running.
outwardly scoffing. but secretly
hoping. Moffatt began to eat egg
shells. Three days passed, and the
only result Of the treatment was that
a new and angry peak had added It.
self to the chain which threatened to
encircle his neck.
Franklin" said his wife, then. al
most timidly, "Mollie has been talk
ing to me all day about something
that never fails, II person only has
the grit to try It She knows per.
sonaIly of twenty-nine cases that It
has cured, but haven't said any
thing because I was afraid you'd re-
fuse"
"What is it?" growled Jobs under
study, peering grimly from above a
widely bandaged neck.
She hesitated. Suppose you try 1t
without kEcwing what 1t isf 1t may
90 down easier
Bring it on!" was the desperate
order.
Fastening to the kitchen, Mrs.
Moffatt produced the remedy, al
ready prepared on the chance that
he might be induced to try It 1t con-
sisted Of piece of yellow washing
soap. melted and mixed with an
onio., which had previously been
boiled to a pulp.
"Mollie," said Mrs. Moffatt. re-
proachfully, when her laundress came
back to iron next day, "why didn't
you tell ,me that medicine was an
emetic?"
"Wha's that, Mis- Moffatt? You
done tried it. Emetic" Suddenly a
look Of mingled horror and glee over
spread the black face. Don go fob
to tell me he swalluhed it,"
Certainly! AS much as you could
get on a 25-cent piece. That's what
you said"
ooh. massy!" Mollie sank into a
chair and tried to look solemn: "oh,
masyl That was to ruff avn. don
you know? Laws! Whah's Mistah
Moffatt, now?"
she peered about as If she e1-
pected to see him stretched under
the kitchen table.
"He has gone to the doctor" Mrs.
Moffatt's tone was stern.
Again that gleeful horror convulsed
Mollie's face, which she covered with
her apron. Don't worry, honey; he'll
get we'll" she declared, tumultuously,