The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1915-04-09

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through the town. Almost all tht
old people had them as well as the
young, and the druggist was prepared
TO DO his share of the business. The
measles were followed by the whoop
me cough, and then by a number Of
cases of malaria. Some folks thought
the new druggist was working "a
spell, but the doctors who were
called in assured them that it lust
happened so.
Young Richard proved himself to be
hustler of the first order in more
directions than one. He dashed OH,
OF the store one day and saved old
Mrs. Goodhow from death under the
feet Of runaway horses.
The newcomer contributed $25 to.
ward the steeple of the Methodist
church, clipped in $40 for street i'm.
provements, handed the Widow Som.
mere 50 when she lost her COW, and
bought Parson Smiley new plug hat,
the brst he had had in seven years.
He showed his heroism in various
other ways, and inside of three months
people were driving ten miles to trade
with him.
Miss Cliff Dane. the only daughter
OF one Of the richest men Of the town.
who had been away to school. re-
turned home. She was told about the
new drug store and even walked past
1t and peeped in. Twelve hours later
there came to Mr.. Richard telephone
message
y have been bitten by a kissing
bug and my nose is a horrible object.
Hurry up with some remedy"
And the druggist, who was mixing
up a pitch plaster for old Mrs. Wei.
comes lame side, dropped everything
and buried TO the house of desola.
ton. He didn't take time to put on
his hat, but ran through the streets
bareheaded.
Wet a rag and keep it on your
nose all day" he ordered.
OF course, she thought him a hus.
Ting young man and somewha.
brusque, but she was somewhat on
that order herself.
The kissing bugs bite was soon
cured, and an introduction came about.
The next time young Mr.. Richard
hustled it was for her again. Her uncle
had presented her with a saddle pony,
and the first time she mounted him
he made a holt and ran through the
main street of the town. Opposite
the drug store he kicked his heels
and she went flying into bed of bur
docks in a vacant lot The druggist
witnessed the accident. He took time
to seize the camphor bottle, and then,
Fastening across the street, he was
the first hero to ascertain that Meth.
er her neck nor any of her limbs was
broken
Mr.. Dane, her father, was thinking
OF buying an auto. A car was sent
to him to try and instead of his doing
SO himself Miss Cliff was the first one
to take 1t In hand. AS she had never
been in one before, the result was
foregone conclusion. By the greatest
good fortune she managed to progress
half mile or so in safety. That ma.
chine was no slow-poke, and, becom-
ing tired Of the crawling pace, it start.
ed off at a gait Of thirty miles an hour.
In going down the main street Of the
town it ran from side TO side, tipping
0Vor harro1u huno1spo ouar h1von a
soaring numerous people half to
death. 1t was continuing its wild
career when the heroic Mr.. Richard
leaped in and took charge.
The. doings Of the druggist and his
store were talked about by the whole
county, and there was a rise OF at
least ten per cent In price of real
estate IN the town Things we're 60
ing along at a fine pace when it be-
came known that a druggist from
Boston wanted to buy Mr.. Richard
out. The town was both surprised
and indignant
1--WE cannot let him CO." said one
to another 'Good lands, we can
spare half the town better than he.
He has given us such a start as we
could never have got without HIM"
A public meeting was called. hot
discussion took place, and delega.
ton was sent to the house OF Mr..
Dane to ask of Miss Chit: Are you
patriot and have you not the vel.
fare Of this town at hearth"
She replied that she had. And they
soon convinced her that It rested all
with her whether the community
dropped back into its old-time sloth-
fulness or went ahead with new ar
dor. This was her excuse for send
ing for the druggeAt
Are you thinking Of leaving us?
Because If so, is there anything can
do to keep you here?" she asked tim
idly.
He blushed and she biushed, and
he didn't sell out.
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