The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1915-04-30

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leaving for her consideration. Her
husband read them gravely and passed
them back.
"Flattering," be smiled.
Isn't itT' 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 a better, Betty"
THE reason wouldn't sell 10 either
Of you Is that want to keep the busi-
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 "a she had the check. She
Endorsed II now and put 1t 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 go.
That's So" Her brow contracted as
she looked at her memorandum pad. "T
gave Mary On appointment Harry
was to so to the doctor"
Harry" The man was Instantly
concerned. SIS there anything the mat
ter with Harry?'
"He's SO nervous"
The nurse came in, carrying the baby
and leading beautiful curly haired Lit.
flp GIRL whoSo faoo xrao sx.~1.~a In.
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 tammed in
his pockets.
what did the doctor sayY asked
Mrs. Sawyer anxiously. and the father
leaned forward to listen.
There's nothing the matter with
him." reported the nurse. with a toss
of her head and she glare6 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 a 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.
Harry
The boy grinned engagingly.
Harry" The nurses vhice. II
rasped like a 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 thereT' she scream.
ed. and the boy kicked at her. his face
turning scarlet, his lips pouting In an
ngly square. his brows lowering vi.
ciously. The curly haired little girl rose
out OF the corner, where she had been
contentedly playing with q discarded
typewriter ribbon, and, toddling over
10 the nurse. kicked at her with all
ner 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
arer
"Betsyg
Great ScOtt!'
The little girl looked up at her ia.
Their with a radiant smile, but as he
rushed toward her she scrambled to
her feet and ran. holding something be
hind her back. 1t was an ink bottle
He took 1t 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
'stains 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 1t that child is al.
ways so mussyT"
Dirt just comes natural to her, Mrs
Sawyer" confidently explained the
nurse Harreer' Her teeth cleaned
and she made dash for the boy.
He was swinging on the letterpress
again. and the water pan was fitting