The Beaver herald. [volume] (Beaver, O.T. [Okla.]) 1895-1923, 1914-02-12

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Mr.. Jennings liver and disposition.
she turned to him and said.
I'VE are In your hands. you see, Mr..
Pierce. Are you going to help u.s."
And when she asked him that It was
plain to me that he was only sorry he
couldn't die helping.
'lf everybody agrees to IT," he said.
looking at her, and you all think it's
feasible and can carry It OF, I'm per.
fectly willing to try"
"Of COURSE" said Mr.. Dick, IL ex-
pect to retain control. you understand
that, suppose, Pierce? You can come
out every day for instructions. dare
say sanatoriums are hardly in your
line"
"Eh-oh, we'll no, hardly" he said;
I've tried everything else, believe,
II can't be worse than carrying
bunch OF sweet peas from garden to
garden"
Mr.. Dick stopped walking and
turned suddenly to stare at Mr.. Pierce.
"Sweet--what?" he said
Everybody else was talking, and |
was the only one who saw him change
color.
Sweet peas" said Mr.. Pierce. And
that reminds me--Fd like to make one
condition, MIR. Carter. | feel In a meas
ure responsible for the company; most
OF them have gone back to New York.
but the leading woman, Miss Sum-
mers, Is sick at the hotel In Finley
Vile. I'd like to bring her here for
two weeks to recuperate. assure you,
have no interest In her, but I'm sorry
for her; she's had the humps"
why. you've just had them. too.
Dicky," said his wife. They all turned
to look at him. and l must say his
expression was curious. Luckily, |
had the wit to knock ever the break
fast basket, which was still there, and
when we'd gathered up the broken
china, Mr.. Dick had got himself In
hand.
I'm sorry, old man." he said to Mr.
| Pierce, but I'm not In favor OF bring
ing Miss-the person you speak Of
up to the sanatorium Just now. Mumps.
you know-very contagious. and all
that"
She's over that part" Mr.. Pierce
said; "she only needs to rest"
Certainly. II she isn't we'll. bring
her up" said Miss Patty. only
won't she know your name is not Car
teri"
She's discretion ITSELF" Mr.. Pierce
said. Her salary hasn't been paid
for a month, and as I'm responsible,
I'd be glad to see her looked after"
Il don't want her here. rll-I1l pay
her board at the hotel" Mr.. Dick be-
gan, "only for heavens sake. don't"
He stopped, for every one was star
ing.
why in the world would you do
that" Miss Patty asked. Don't be
ridiculous. That's the only condition
Mr.. Pierce has made"
Mr.. Dick stalked to the window and
looked out. his hands in his pockets.
"Oh, bring her upl Bring her up!"
he said without looking around. IF
Pierce won't stay unless he can play
the friend In need. all right"
That was Wednesday. In the after
noon Miss Julia Summers came with
three lap robes, a white lace veil and
a French poodle In a sleigh and went
to bed in one OF the best rooms. and
that night we started to move out fur
nlture to the shelter-house. Toward
daylight Mr.. Sam dropped a wash-bowl
on my toe and | went to bed with an
arnica compress.
| llmped out In time to be on hand
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with chilblain on my heel and hardly
any sleep for two nights-not to men.
ton my toe-I wasn't any too pleas
ant.
She told me about Miss Summers
being still shut in her room, and how
she'd offered Mike an extra dollar 10
give the white poodle Turkish bath
1t being under the weather as to
health-and how Mike had soaked the
little beast for an hour in tub OF
water. forgetting the sulphur. and II
had come out a sort OF mustard color
and how Miss Summers had had hys
terics when she saw L.
Mike dipped him In bluing tc
bleach him again. or rather her
Its name lie Arabello-" Miss
Cobb said. but all It did was to make
II notified like an Easter egg. Every
body In charmed. There were no dogs
allowed while the old doctor lived
Things were different"
Yes. things we're different" | as
sented. "How--how does Mr.. Carter
get along?"
Miss Cobb sniffed.
WELL" she said. goodness knows
I'm no trouble maker. but somebody
ought to tell that young man a few
things. He's forever looking at th'
thermometer and opening windows.
declare. II ] hadn't brought my wool
en- tights along I'd have frozen L
death at breakfast Everybody's com
} planning"
put that away In my mind to speal
} about. 1t was only by mailing the win
dows shut and putting strips OF cottor
batting around tho cracks that wee
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