The Oakley herald. [volume] (Oakley, Idaho) 1908-1961, 1912-03-15
Caring for
Horace

HeTe Is a point where one S income
becomes so great that people pass
from common. ordinarily covetous
envy to a. resignedly helpless state of
mind. They write down the figures of
that income, stare at them and then
say: "Oh, shucks! There amt no
such income." That was the delight
full kind of income Uncle Horace had
Mrs. Stebbins and Mrs. Cromp, his
two nieces, were SO devoted to him
and said they counted 1t such a joy
| to have the dear old mans presence
| glorify their homes that they lost
good sleep planning how to entice him
away from each other.
Moreover, each was firmly con-
WINGED that the other was designing
| person.
Since he had come to stay with
Mrs. Stebbins for few months she
had felt that something was wrong
with Uncle Horace. II 1t had not
been for his income Uncle Horace
would have been a small, Insignificant
| individual with pale eyes and an I'M
pleasant habit of wanting the best
chair, and of sitting In the next room
and coughing when his niece had call
ers. Under the circumstances he was
a reserved, original man with ideas OF
his own, which his relatives delighted
to humor
What worried Mrs. Stebbns espe
cially was Uncle Horaces air of alb
straction and his unwonted helpful
| lv hn Go In,
vestigating everything that went or
and getting in the way tremendously
On these occasions Mrs. Stebbins was
wont to say through her teeth, thaS
it was perfectly wonderful the way
! Uncle Robert kept up
This time he paid no attention t.
what was going on in the house, bui
would sit deep In meditation or stare
out of the window. Mrs. Stebbins
first fear was that he was losing his
mind
She said she would feel perfectly
terrible if anything like that hap
pened to the dear old man while he
was under her care. She said she
never would be able to forgive her
self, never!
'Mebbe it's rheumatism" Stebbins
suggested, hopefully. THAT is liable
to make man do almost anythingl'
Don't you want some more blank
cts on your bed, Uncle Horace?" his
niece asked him after this suggestion
Are you perfectly comfortable?"
Thank you, Tilda, I'm perfectly
comfortable" Uncle Horace had re
sponded II guess I'll go after the
NALL"
This was really double blow. for
Uncle Horace normally was not po
lite, and he always wanted anything
that was offered him. no matter what
1t was, and also it was a long walk to
the post office.
Mrs. Stebbins had begged him to let
little Johnny go and save his own
strength, but Uncle Horace had per-
sisted. He said he felt that he ought
to do something instead of sitting
around and letting the family wear
themselves out waiting on him, and
that he was glad to be of service.
Not in this rain, Uncle Horace!"
Surely not when the wind is blowing
SO, Uncle Horace!" or Don't worry
me by going out in this snowstorm,
Uncle Horace!" had not the remotest
effect upon him when he started to
climb into his galoshes and wrappings
to go after the mail.
Mrs. Stebbins said to her husband,
dolefully, that she feared it was the
beginning of the end.
The week that Uncle Horace took
to starting at a sound and to flush
at word or an unexpected look, filled
Mrs. Stebbins with alarm. That
something awful was the matter with
Uncle Horace she was convinced and
she besought him to see a doctor. She
made him jelly and fed him beef tea
despite his protests and tried in vain
to get some Ineligible conversation
out of him.
Then one day he went after the
mail and did not come back
Mrs Stebbins had the whole town
out searching for him. She wept as
she looked on closet shelves and up
trees and In other impossible places
and said that nobody could know
how her heart bled at the idea that
darling old Uncle Horace might be in
terrible danger that very moment.
The Stebbins family and most of