Montpelier examiner. [volume] (Montpelier, Idaho) 1895-1937, 1912-10-18

HfNSS Qr1Ve. MI. OpoA No 49,
So at his office. and all
the young Sparkses,
barring Tommy, we're at school. From
Mrs. Sparks vantage point In the ht-
tie bay window she could catch occa-
,sional glimpses of painter in the pig
yard next door. who was moving
along slowly from stone to stone
painting the foundation Of the house
of their rich neighbor q subdued sort
of red color.
Mrs. Sparks was dreamily wonder
ing why the foundation which mad
been pretty in its natural hue, need
ed painting at all, when Tommy
Sparks toddled In through the door
way leading from the kitchen. Tommy
had come up from the yard the back
way. Tommy had some streaks of
red running diagonally down from
each corner of his mouth, and his
linen dress was spotted in places with
the same color.
Tommy Sparks" demanded his
mother. what on earth have you been
.eatingf"
Tommy climbed into a chair, swung
his legs in his infantile way and said:
Mamma. painters pies good"
Mrs. Sparks gave one hurried, hor-
rified glance through the window at
the red paint which was being daubed
on the neighbours house, and then
turned her anguished countenance
toward Tommy.
Tommy" her voice was pleading
wall, did you eat the painters stun
out OF the pail?"
Yes, out of the pail; painters pies
good" answered Tommy.
Mrs. Sparks shrieked. The maid
rushed in from the kitchen. Get the
doctor, the druggist and Mr.. Sparks, .
screamed Mrs. Sparks. "Tommy's eat
en- paint and sugar of lead and every
thing. Go, girl, CO." Susan rushed
through the door, sent the corner
druggist flying UP to the house, or
dered the clerk to telephone Mr..
Sparks and then sat out on chase for
the doctor.
In the meantime Mrs. Sparks was
moaning over Tommy, who was TAX
ing the unusual commotion which he
had created as blandly as would most
four-year-olders. He insisted on occa-
sionally reiterating that painters pie
was good" and at each reiteration the
mothers heart sank.
The druggist rushed in. Tommy
has eaten paint. Heaven alone knows
how much. It must have had sugar
of lead in 1t, and that's sweet and
that's why he ate It,"
The druggist grabbed up Tommy
half threw him onto a lounge. and
then turned to the mother. Control
yourself. Mrs. Sparks; life depends on
instant action. Get me salt, potash
and softsoap." Luckily Mrs. Sparks
had all three articles in the house
and she rushed off to the kitchen and
brought them back. Tommy as yet
showed no sign of collapse. The drug
gist put two tablespoonfuls of salt In
half glass of lukewarm water and
forced Tommy to swallow 1t sputter
ing. This dose was followed up witt
a heroic one of potash, and Their
Tommy was made to swallow a large
coffee cupful OF softsoap. With the
soap down and Tommy's eyes hang
ing out of his head and well dowr
over his cheek bones. the druggis
turned the youngster over on hi
stomach on the couch and shook him
The only thing about Tommy tina
didn't rebel at this treatment was hi
stomach. That held onto Its unaccus
toned load with a pertinacity worth,
of something better. At this junctur,
the painter appeared on the scene. II,
admitted to the fearful Mrs. Sparks
that he had left his paint pot on tn,
ground where Tommy could hav,
found 1t for about five minutes Will,
he went round the corner to get 1
glass of beer.
At this instant the doctor fell II
at the door on the heels of the maid
He approved the druggists treatmen
and added to 1t large dose of ipecac
Under this last added horror Tommy'i
stomach and spirit both gave way
Like the younger hopeful In Helen'i
Babies, he played whale, and while h.
didn't cast up Jonah he cast up prett,
near everything else.
While Tommy was in the throes Mr.
Sparks arrived, ashy-lipped and shak
en-. The doctor turned to him. "
trust, Mr.. Sparks, that II we can keel
him at II for ten minutes more ".
may save his life." Tommy kept at 1t
The painter, who had retreated be
fore the stricken countenance of Mrs
Sparks, now reappeared. He was car
rying in one hand dinner pail. which
he held upside down to show thos,
assembled that It was absoiutel,
empty.
"When came to work this morn
ing. the painter said. Il had tire
pieces of berry pie in this pail
ain't got any row. fact Just dis
covered. guess maybe the young
ster knows where It went"