The Winslow mail., 1917-10-12

He ran over the bottles in the cas-,
that bore labels beginning with C.
Ca-car-cas-carraway?N Nonsense! Cas-
cara? Hardly. Cap-ah I have it
capsicum."
It was not capsicum, in fact, bu
hesitate, however Soda was harm
less, water more so. Capsic m? Well
it might be "bitey," but was an limo
cent sort of ingredient outside of that
"The mixture won't poison, any
how" reflected Ned, and he made uI
the decOction, labeled it, wrapped il
up and handed K to the young lady.
'We have an account here. War
dell, J. H., is my father. | am Edna
Wardell," advised the pretty customer
'Oh, that's all right said Ned with
alacrity. rs Mr.. Wardell an invalid?
''He fancies he isl responded his
daughter, with a sigh of drearineSS
'"The doctor says most of his ailments
are fancied ones. Papa imagines he's
got great swelling in his throat that
r 10 sums W Clu IlIC 0OS'
tor says if he would get out and oc-
cupy his mind, it would all pass away
l must hurry, please, papa is so whim-
sical."
Ned sighed as the sprightly form
vanished through the doorway. He had
inherited a very comfortable fortune
within the week. He would have Civ
en- half of it to have had the privilege
of walking home with the lonely maid
en- who had crossed his path with daz-
zling effect.
Blair returned in little while and
Ned seemed to have completely for
gotten an engagement he had pre-.
viOusly referred to. He narrated the
incident of his recent customer. Blair
scanned the prescription and laughed.
"You did very well for novice
on the safe side, anyhow. CapsicumI
1t wasn't that, but it will do-that is,
unless the victim swallows the dose
prescribed, raw. He'll do some ram
paging, when he does !"
Blair validated the impression ex-
pressed by Miss Wardell that Mr. War
dell was something of hypochrondi-
&C. Ned was not interested in that.
however. He piled Blair with ques-
tons as to his charming visitor, more
closures as to the rare qualities of
mind possessed by this lovely maiden,
the ''Sort" he so admired
Suddenly the store door was flung
open. An old man with a cane dashed
in. Behind him was Miss WardeIl
Her companion, it was apparent to
Ned, was her father.
"Where is he-the man who sent me
that fearful dose?" spluttered the old
man, and he brandished his cane in
the face of Blair.
Hold on!" interfered Ned, spring
ing between them, 81 filled the pre-
scription, SIR
"You did, eh," roared Mr.. Wardell
and looked dangerous. "My throat is
burned out, sir! I'll sue for damages 2"
Again the door opened. 1t was to
admit the doctor who had written the
prescription. Blair glided swiftly to
his side and whispered in his ear. The
doctor grinned.
"Why, Mr.. Wardell!" !" he hailed,
chow dare you venture out a night like
this? You are indeed, improved"
"Improvedw beloved Mr.. War
dell. "Look at my throat, sir! It's
rawi"
"Why," spoke the doctor, poking an
instrument into the throat of the Gin
valid"-"yOu're cured"
"Im what?" cried Mr.. Wardell.
"Cured. The obstruction has dis
appeared. Oh, sir Whoever changed
the prescription must be superior
specialist"
Mr.. Wardell ran at Ned and grasped
his hand fervidly.
Forgive my foolish anger" he
pleaded. "You have saved me. Cured
cured! All, this is indeed q happy
moment !"
Happy for Ned also, it turned out,
for he was invited to the Wardell
home. He escorted Edna in ecstatic
delight. He became regular caller
when are you going to begin your
world tour?" Blair interrupted one
day.
Next week." was the prompt re-
ply.
"Why, / fancied you had forgotten
all about it since you became so at
tentive to Miss Wardell."
"Oh," answered Ned in his offhand-
ed way, a bright twinkle In his eye,
"she's going with me-"
"What?"
"Exactly-as my wife,"