The Washington herald., 1921-02-13

ment il you'll agree as mayor not
to push the license question
OF course ! will says he. And
now get to work. doc, for them
pains are coming on again
My fee will be {250.OO, cure
guaranteed in two treatments,
says I.
"'All right says the Mayor. TIL
pay it. l guess my life's worth that
much
Il sat down by the bed and looked
him straight in the eye. =
Now says !, get your mind off
the disease. You amt sick. You
haven't got a heart or a clavicle or
funny bone or brains or anything
You haven't got any pain. Declare
error. Now you feel the pain that
you didn't have leaving, don't you7'
I do feel some little better, doc.
says the Mayor. 'darned il l don't
Now state a few lies about my not
having this swelling in my left side,
and l think ] could be propped Up
and have some sausage and buck
wheat cakes
Il made a few passes with my
hands
Now says I, the inflamma
tiOn's gone. The right lobe of-the
perihelion has subsided. You're
getting sleepy. You can't hold your
eyes open any longer For the
present the disease is checked. Now
| you are asleep
The Mayor shut his eyes SLOWLY
and began to snore.
You observe, Mr.. fiddle. saws I
the wonders Of modern science
'Biddle, says he. when will you
give uncle the rest of the treatment
DR.. Pooh-pooh?
'Waugh-hoo, says ]. I'll com,
| back at IL tomorrow. When h,
wakes up give him eight drops o.
turpentine and three pounds o.
steak. Good morning
The next morning l went bacL
on time. Well. Mr.. Biddle.' says ]
when he opened his bedroom door
and how is uncle this morning.
He seems much better says tn,
young man.
The mayors color and pulse wa!
hne. gave him another treatment
and he said the last Of the pain lef
him.
Now says I, you'd better stay
| in bed for a day or two. and you'll
be all right. It's a good thing
happened to be in Fisher Hill. Mr.
Mayor says I, for all the remedies
| in the cornucopia that the regular
schools of medicine use couIdn'
have saved you. And now that errol
has flew and pain proved a per
jurer, let's allude to a cheerfulIer
subject-say the fee Of $3.50. NJ
checks, please. I hate to write m!
name on the back of a check almos,
as bad as I do on the front
got the cash here, says tn,
mayor. pulling a pocket book from
under his pillow.
He counts out five $50 notes anC
holds 'em in his hand
Bring the receipt he says t,
BiddIe.
u signed the receipt and tn,
mayor handed me the money.
put it in my inside pocket careful.
No do your duty. officer, say!
the mayor, grinning much unlike Z
sick man.
Mr.. Biddle lays his hand on m!
arm.
"'Yop're under arrest, DR.. Waugh
hoo. alias Peters. says he, "fol
practising medicine without author
| ity under the State law
Who are your l asks.
TIL tell you who he is says Mr.
Mayor, sitting up in bed. He's
detective employed by the Stat,
Medical Society. He's been follow
ing you over five counties. H,
came to me yesterday and we fixeC
up this scheme to catch you.
guess you won't do any more doc
toring around these parts, Mr.
Fakir. What was it you said l had
doc? the mayor laughs, COMPOUND
well it wasn't softening Of tn,
brain, I guess, anyway
"A detective says /.
Correct says Biddle. TIL hav,
to turn you over to the sheriff
Let's see you do it. says l. ant
| grabs Biddle by the throat an,
half throws him out the window
but be pulls a gun and sticks i
under my chin and I stand still
Then he puts handouts on me an,
takes the money out of my pocket
1 witness says he, that they'r,
the same bills that you and
marked, Judge Banks. I'll turI
them over to the sheriff when w
get to his office, and he'n send 70,
a receipt. They'll have to be uset
as evidence in the case
All right, Mr.. Biddle,r saws III,
mayor. And now, Doc waugh-hoo,
he goes on, why don't you demon,
strate2 Can't ou pull the cork out
of your msgneeism with your teetl
and hocus- pocus them handcufr,
offT
Come on. oficor,' says I, digni
fed i may as we'll make the best
of IT, Ano then ] turns to old Bank,
and rsttisB my chains.
.Ar Mayor says I, the tim,
| will come soon when you'll believ,
that personal magnetism is a sue
cess, And yoa'n be sure that 4
suooeeded in this case. too
And ] guess II did.
When we got nearly to the gate
1 says; We night meet somebod,
now Anes reckon you bette
take en- 20. ard Hey? Why. o.
course IL was ANDY Tucker. Tha
was his srheme; and that's how w,
: got The xspsskl to so into business