Askov American. [volume] (Askov, Pine County, Minn.) 1914-current, 1914-12-31

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80 ~ y &&a GAFxN With uW lUbU tHG DbG'
aaThsssand country called sleapland, a
pzartisai working nightmare that we
nss again and again. no matter how
tsssed the theme or setting OF our
Essamsdrasna. Your surgeon. tossing
Rssasily on his bed. sees himself cut.
tAsg 10 remove m appendix. only to
kaeoyex that that unpopular portion
= his patients anatomy already bnbs
II a1coholio giee in bottle on the top
sAelf 81 the laboratory OF . more alert
professional brother Your civil en-.
gkneeT constructs imaginary bridges
EhIch slump and fall as quickly ~ they
sra completed. Your stage fayorite,
y tbs throes Of post-lobster night.
msra. has horrid vision OF herself
resting fl January. Bat when he
shD sells goods on the road groans
40 lossos In the clutches OF a dread
81 dream. II III. strangely enough.
MsssK Of cancelled orders. naniacai
Raia schedules iumpy mattresses, or
vasly cooked food These everyday
tAinKs hs accepts with a philosophers
SAeexfnlnesa. No--his nightmare Ii
s1ways q vision or himself, sick on the
Feaa, nj d country hotel In the middle
v tho spring season.
On the third day that she looked
hatA more than ordinary indifference
Ap0n hotel and dining car food, Mrs
Emma MeChesnsy, representing the
n A. Buck Featherioom Petticoat
EuEnpany, wondered III. perhaps. she
I'd not neod bottle Of bitter tonic.
0n the NTH day she noticed that
tAnre were chilIs chashing up and
acwn her spine, and back and forth
fFuan lege To shoulder blades when
pther people were wiping their chins
rcd toreheads with hedraggled. looking
AanAksrnhiefs. and demanding how
long this heat was going To last. any.
way. On the sixth day she lost oil Ia.
lnreat In n A. Bucks featherioom pet
Areats. And then she knew that
esRethlng was seriously wrong On
tAa seventh day. when the blonde and
naHal waitress approached her In the
asRing room of the little hotel as Glen
Rock, Mimi. Emma McChesneys mind
asmehow failed to grasp the meaning
u The al too obvious atring OF ques-
as0aa which were put to her--quea.
tsnas ending Ia the inevitable tea, cot.
re v miik?" AT that jnncture Emma
MeChesney had looked up into the
Esfa's face In q puzzled, uncompre-
heading way. had passed one hand
ansedly over her hot forehead and re-
psAed. with great earnestnesa:
sxoura Of the twelfth II hand and
enntsnts noted the greatest
lsstse skirt on the market he's
xnang 10 be d son to be proud Of, God
hssas him want to leave q call
asx seven sharp
the Iank waitress face took on an
naae6 Darkness. One OF the two tray.
salnk men at the same table started
- laugh, but the other put out his
A@aa Qsackly. rose. and said. ''Shut up,
vpa blamed fool Cant you see tho
aaxy's sicki'' Aud started In the di.
NseSson of her chair.
8ven then there came into Emma
MeS;hasney's ordinarily weiIordered,
AauTt mind the uncomfortable thought
that she was talking nonsense. She
msae last effort TO order her brain
into its usual sane clearness, failed.
and saw the coarse white table cloth
rising swiftly and slanting to meet
her head.
n speaks well for Emma Mcches.
nnsis balance, that when ahe found
hesself In bed, two strange women.
and one strange man. and IN aiLtoo.
GAaniliar belLboy In the room, she did
mat say. Where am 4? What hap.
peaedr" Instead she told herself that
ths amazingly and unheilevably hand.
some young man bending over her
wssh stothoscope was D doctor: that
tAs plump, hieaohed blonde In the
wAisa ahirtwaist waa the hotel house.
knaper; that the lank ditto was d
waitress and that the expression on
ths face OF each was that OF appre-
hsnsson. ttnged with @ pleasurahie ex-
basement So she sat up. dislodging
tAs stethoscope. aud ignoring the pur.
paee OF the thermometer which had re-
psaad aader her tongue.
Look heFei" abe said. addressing
tAe doctor In d high. queer voice. II
eat 20 sick. young man. HaveE't
tksDs. Not Just nsw. Put Il or until
Aagast and I'll be "a sick az you like.
WAy. man. this Ii the middle az june,
sad I'm Que 10 Minneapolis now.
Lie down. please said the hand
sssns young doctor. and don't dare
fsncys this Thermometer again until
I'll you 10. This cant be PUT on uatis
August You're sick right now
Mrs. McChesney shut her lips over
lie hlttfe glass tube. ana watched the
sSsng doctors irnpassivs face &C
sskss them no time TO learn that trick)
sna wcnanwise. jumped to her own
msneausion.
How sickf" she demanded. the
nAwmometer read,
On. II won't be 80 bad. sald the
ssxy young doctor. with profession.
A1iy eheerful smile.
kmsn& McChasney sat up lii bed with
= tsrk '*YoN mean sickl Not I'M. ar
ksfppy. or run down. but sickg Trained.
asFse sick Hospital sick! Doctor.
tmtceSrday sicks Table. by-the,heds side.