Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1918-09-11

stomach all out of order; and now
he can't eat anything, hardly"
"Humphl Well, if his stomach's
knocked out, pity him." nodded Mr..
Smith. 1--WE been there"
"Oh, have you" Oh, yes, ! remem-
Der. You did say so when you first
came, didn't you? But Mr.. Smith,
please, If you know any of those
health fads, don't tell them to my hus-
band. Don't, beg of you! He's tried
dozens of them until I'm nearly wild,
and I've lost two hired girls already.
One day it will be no water, and the
next it'll be all he can drink; and one
week he won't eat anything but vege-
tables, and the next he won't touch
thing but meat and-is it fruit that
goes with meat or cereals.Well, never
mind. Whatever it is, he's done it.
And lately he's taken to inspecting
every bit of meat and groceries that
comes into the house. Why. he
spends half his time in the kitchen,
nosing round the cupboards and re-
frigerator; and, of course, no girl
will stand that! That's why I'm hop
ing, oh, | am hoping, that you can
do something with him on that an
cestor business. There, here is the
Bensons, where I've got to stop
and thank you ever so much Mr..
Smith, if you will"
"All right, I'll try promised Mr..
Smith obviously, as he lifted his hat.
But he frowned and he was still
frowning when he met Miss Maggie
at the Duff supper table half an hour
later.
well, I've found another one who
wants me to tell how to be content
ed, though afflicted with 100000" he
greeted her gloweringly.
rs that so?" smiled Miss Maggie.
Eyes. Can't 100000 bring any one
satisfaction"
Miss Maggie laughed, then into her
eyes came the mischievous twinkle
that Mr.. Smith had learned to watch
for.
Don't blame the poor money" she
said then demurely. "Blame-the
way it is spent"
CHAPTER XVIII.
Just Matter of Begging.
True to his promise, Mr.. Smith
tried" Mr.. Frank Blaisdell on "the
ancestor business" very soon. Labo-
riously he got out his tabulated dates
and names, and carefully he traced
for him several lines of descent from
remote ancestors. Painstakingly he
pointed out Submit" who had no
history but the bare fact of her mar
riage to one Thomas Blaisdell. and
Thankful Marsh" who had eluded
his every attempt to supply her with
parents. He let it be understood how
important these missing links were,
and he tried to inspire his possible
pupil with frenzied desire to go out
and dig them up. He showed some of |
the interesting letters he had re-
ceived from various Biaisdells far and |
near, and he spread before him the
genealogical page of his latest Tran
script" and explained how one might |
there stumble upon the very missing
link he was looking for.
But Mr.. Frank Blaisde1l was openly
bored. He said he didn't care how
many children his great-grandfather
had,. nor what they died of, and as
for Mrs. Submit and Miss Thankful,
the ladies might bury themselves in
the transcript" or hide behind that
wall of dates and names till dooms-
day. for all he cared. He shouldn't
disturb 'em. He never did like figures,
he said, except figures that represent
I'd something worth while, like days
sales or a years profits.
And, speaking of grocery stores,
had Mr.. Smith ever seen a store run
down as his old one had since he sold
out? For that matter, something
must have got into all the grocery Il
stores; for poorer lot of goods than
those delivered every day at his home
ne never saw-It was disgrace to the
trade.
He said good deal more about
his grocery store-but nothing what
ever more about his Blaisdell ances-
ors; so Mr.. Smith felt justified in
considering his efforts to interest
Mr.. Frank Blaisdell in the ancestor
business failure. Certainly he
never tried it again.
(To Be Continued Tomorrow