The Raymer enterprise., 1915-03-25

was very nice to him. After every.
thing had been explained, including
Mr.. Jennings liver and disposition,
she turned to him and said:
We are in your hands, you see, Mr..
Pierce. Are you going to help u.s."
And when she asked him that. 1t was
plain to me that he was only sorry he
couldn't die helping.
IF 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, 81 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. well no. hardly" he said;
I've tried everything else. believe.
1t can't be worse than carrying a
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 l
was the only one who saw him change
color.
Sweet peas" said Mr.. Pierce. And
that reminds me-l'd like to make one
condition, Mr.. Carter. feel in 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 mumps."
why. you've just had them, too
Dicky," said his wife. They all turned
to look at him, and | 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 al
that"
"She's over that part" Mr.. Pierce
said; she only needs to rest"
Certainly, II she isn't well. 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 pait
for a month, and as I'm responsible
I'd be glad to see her looked after"
Il don't want her here. I'll-Ill 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 dc
that" Miss Patty asked. Don't bt
ridiculous. That's the only condition
Mr.. Pierce has made"
Mr.. Dick stalked to the window ant
looked out, his hands In his pockets
"Oh. bring her up! Bring her up!'
he said without looking around. ii
Pierce won't stay unless he can play
the friend in need. all right"
I
That was Wednesday. In the after
noon Miss Julia Summers came will
three lap robes, white lace veil ant
a French poodle In a sleigh and wen
to bed in one Of the best rooms, ant
that night we started to move out fur
niture to the shelter-house. Toward
daylight Mr.. Sam dropped wash-bow
on my toe and went to bed with ar
arnica compress
limped out in time to be on hant
before Miss Cobb got there, but wha
with chiblain 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 h
give the white poodle Turkish batl
1t being under the weather as t
health-and how Mike had soaked thu
little beast for an hour in a tub o
water, forgetting the sulphur, and |
had come out sort OF mustard color
and how Miss Summers had had hys
terics when she saw II.
Mike dipped him In bluing Il
bleach him again, or rather her
its name is Arabello--" Mis-
Cobb said. but all 1t did was to maxi
it notified like an Easter egg. Every
body is charmed. There were no dog
allowed while the old doctor lived
Things were different"
"Yes, things were different" | as
sented. "How-how does Mr.. Carte
get along"
. Miss Cobb shifted.
. WELL" she said goodness know
I'm no trouble maker, but somebod.
ought to tell that young man a few
things. He's forever looking at tn
thermometer and opening windows.
declare, II l hadn't brought my wool
en- tights along I'D have frozen +
death at breakfast. Everybody's CON
, planning"
: put that away In my mind to speal
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