New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1915-04-28


which Edward Jones had ,psistsd On
leaving for her consideration. Her
husband read them gravely and passed
them back.
"Flattering,' he smiled.
'Isn't it?" Her eyes frightened. They
had seemed rather tired. "Of course
the consultations absurd, but Jones
would pay me good price for an out
right SALE" And she pointed to the
line left blank.
I'll pay you better, Betty"
"The reason I wouldn't sell to either
Of you is that want to keep the bust
ness. I'm proud of it."
"All right" He shook hands with
her. "A bargains bargain
A boy came in. She had rung for
him as soon as she had the check. She
Endorsed it now and put it in her bank
book and gave it to the boy.
'The nurse Is outside with the chill
dren," the boy reported as he turned
to 60.
That's So" Her brow contracted as
she looked at her memorandum pad. Il
gave Mary an appointment. Harry
was to go to the DOCTOR
Harry! The man was instantly
concerned. us there anything the mat
ter with Harry?"
Hes so nervous"
The nurse came in, carrying the baby
and leading beautiful curly haired lit
tie girl, whose face was smeared with
chocolate candy. The boy, fine, hearty
little fellow, came stomping in and
grinned pleasantly at his father and
| mother, standing with his sturdy legs
outstretched and his fists damned in
his pockets.
"What did the doctor say?' asked
Mrs. Sawyer anxiously, and the father
leaned forward to listen.
"There's nothing the matter with
| him." reported the nurse with toss
| Of her head and she glared vindictively
at the boy. She was a person with
Wispy hair, an upturned nose and small
gray eyes and thin lips, and the lips
had sharp downward droop at the
| corners 'The doctor says it's temper
Temper" Mrs. Sawyer half raised
In her seat, and her eyes flashed with
indignation, but the father laughed.
THAT'S matter of training" he OBJ
served
Harry, come away from there,
dear" called the mother.
Jaw, go on!' grinned the boy.
"Harryv'
The boy grinned engagingly.
'Harry!" The nurses voice. It
rasped like saw file, and every one.
| even the quiet little figure over near
the window, WINGED. "Didn't you hear
your father and mother tell you to
come away from there?" she scream
ed, and the boy kicked at her, his face
turning scarlet, his lips pouting in an
| ugly square. his brows lowering vi
| ciously. The curly haired little girl rose
out Of the corner, where she had been
contentedly playing with discarded
typew1dter ribbon, and. toddling over
to the nurse, kicked at her with all
her small might; then, her duty per-
formed, she toddled back to her cor
ner.
MARY" expostulated Mrs. Sawyer in
distress, ''you should not jerk the child
that way. 1t only enrages him."
HE won't mind any other way, Mrs.
Sawyer" retorted the nurse. her eyes
flashing angrily. "You never see the
children or you'd know how bad they
are!"
Betsy"
"Great Scott"
The little girl looked up at her IA
ther with radiant smile, but as he
rushed toward her she scrambled to
her feet and ran, holding something be-
hind her back. It was an ink bottle.
He took it from her, and she scream
| ed with all the strength of her lungs
The angelic looking mite was sight to
behold. Her face was sticky with
brown chocolate candy, the purple
lsstains from the typewriter ribbon
were all over her white dress, and the
blue ink was on her hands. She smear
ed some Of it on her face and in her
curly hair as she cried.
"My, oh, my" half moaned Mrs.
Sawyer. "Why is it that child is al
ways so mussyY
"Dirt just comes natural to her, Mrs.
Sawyer" confidently explained the
nurse. Harree!" Her teeth cleaned,
and she made dash for the boy.
He was swinging on, the letterpress
| again. and the water pan was fitting.
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