The Progressive West Virginian. [volume] (Williamson, W. Va.) 1911-1913, 1912-10-03
cHAPTER xxI-fcontInued).

The first one they labored at, tney
could not bulge after biceps-breaK-
dng tug The second few UP with such
ease that they went over backward.
Ashton put his head out and an
mounced that the approaching depot
was labelled Green River" Yelling
ton burbled: What beautiful name
for a shtation."
Ashton announced that there was
something beautif1ller still on the
platform-"Oh, peach!-a nectar1ne!
and she's getting on this trim"
Even Doctor Temple deaaared that
she was dear lite thing, wasn't
she?
Wellington pushed him aside, say
ding: Stand back Doc, and let me
see; have keen sense of beautiful"
BE careful" cried the doctor,
.'he'll fall out Of the window"
mot out of that window" Ashton
sagely observed, seeing the bulk Of
Wellington. AS the train started of
again, Little Jimmie distributed alco-
holic smiles to the Green Riyerers on
the platform and called out:
Goodbye, everybody You're all
abslootly-ow- owl" He clapped his
hand to his eye and cTawled back into
the car, grooming with pain.
whats the matter?" said Wedge
wood. Got something in your eye?"
mo, you blamed fool I'm trying to
look through my thumb"
Poor fellow!" sympathized Doctor
Temple, its a cinder!"
"a cinder! It's at leasht ton OF
coal"
Il say, old boy, let me have peek"
said Wedgewood, screwing in his mon
ocle and peering into the depths of
Wellingtons eye. II can't see bally
thing"
"Of course not with that binder
on" growled the miserable wretch,
weeping in spite of himself and rub
hing his smarting orb.
Don't rub that eye" Ashton coun-
se1led, rub the other eye."
tits my eye; I'll rub it If want to-
Get me a doctor. somebody. I'm
dying"
Here's Doctor Temple" said Ash
ton, right on the job" Wellington
turned to the old clergyman with pa
thetic trust, and the deceiver writhed'
in his disguise. The best he could
think Of was: will somebody lend
me q lead pencil?"
what for?" said Wellington. un-
easily
Il am going to roll your upper lid
up on it," said the Doctor
ooh, no, you're not, said the pa
tient. "You can roll your own lids!"
Then the conductor, still another
conductor, wandered on the scene ard
asked as If 1t were not world-impor-
tant matter: What's the natter
pick up cinder?"
Eyes. Perhaps you can get 1t out"
the alleged doctor appealed
The conductor nodded: THE best
way is this-take hold OF the wink
ers."
.aThe what?" mumbled Wellington.
"Grab the winkers of your upper
eyelid in your right hand"
i've got en-"
Nov grab the winkers of your low.
er eyelid in your left hand. Now
raise the right hand, push the under
lid under the overlid and haul the
overlid over the underlid; when you
have the overlid we'll over the I'm.
der"
Wellington waved him away: Say,
what do you think I'm trying to do?
,Jtuff mattress? Get out of my way
] want my wife-lead me to my wife p
"An excellent idea" said Dr. Tenn
pie, who had been praying for recon.
5 citation
He guided Wellington with difficulty
to the observation room and, finding
Mrs. Wellington at the desk as usual,
he began: ooh. Mrs. Wellington, may
introduce you to your husband"
Mrs. Wellington rose haughtily,
caught sight of her suffering consort
and ran to him with a cry Of "Jim.
{ mie!"
-Lucretia,"
Whats. happened-are you killed."
SIN far from we'll But don't wor-
ry. My life insurance is paid up"
"Oh. my poor little darling" Mrs
Jimmie futtered, What on earth ails
Z your She turned to the doctor. rs
he going to die?"
II think not" said the doctor. ITS
only q bad case Of cfnder-in-the-eye-
tis.~
Thus treasured. Mrs. Wellington
>vanf into fhe pafient'a eve with her