The Kevin review. [volume] (Kevin, Mont.) 1922-1929, 1923-11-15

Il thought said Newton, that IL
get a lot of raisin bait ready for th'
photographers in the lower meadow
They'll be throwing up their mounds
by the first of April"
Not them" said Mr.. Bronson, some
what Modified, mot before May
Where'd you get the raisin idee?"
I'VE learned 1t in school," answered
Newton. Jim had me study a bulletin
on the control and eradication OF
photographers. You use raisins with
strychnine in 'em-and it tells how"
Some fool notion, I s'pose,' said
Mr.. Bronson, rising. But go ahead
If you're careful about handlin' the
~strychnine."
Newton spent the time from twelve
thirty to half after two in watching
the clock; and twenty minutes to
three found him in the woodshed, pen
knife in hand, a small vial Of strych-
nine crystal before him, a saucer of
raisins at his right hand, and another
exactly like 1t, partially filled with
gopher bait-raisins into which a min
ute crystal of st~rychnine had been in
serted on the point of the knife.
AT three-thirty Newton went into
the house and lay down on the horse
hair sofa, saying to his mother that he
felt kind o. funny and thought he'd lie
down a while. AT three-forty he
heard his fathers voice in the kitchen
n knew that his sire was preparing
to start for the scene of battle.
A groan issued from Newton's lips
a gruesome groan. But his fathers
voice from the kitchen door betrayed
no agitation. He was scolding the
horses as they stood tied to the hitch
ing-post, in tones that showed no
knowledge of his sons distressed
means.
What's the matter?"
1t was Newton's little sister who
asked the question. Even though re-
garded as a pure matter of make
believe. such sounds were terrible.
"Oh, sister, sister - howled Newton,
run and tell 'em that brothers dy-
ingi''
Fanny disappeared in a name
which expressed her balanced feelings
she felt that her brother was max
ing believe, but for all that, something
awful was the matter. SO she went
rather slowly to +he kitchen door, and
casually remarked that Newton was
DYING on the sofa in the sitting-room.
fsVa,, IittIn f,.o,,l ~, cotI hor fo+Ior
"Why, Fannyl' said her mother
and ran into the sitting-room-whence
In a moment, with a cry that was al
most a scream, she summoned her hus-
land, who responded at the top of his
speed.
Newton was grooming and in con-
vulsions. Horrible grimaces contorted
his face, his jaws were set, his arms
and legs drawn up, and his muscles
tense.
whats the matter?" His fathers
voice was stern as well as full of anx-
iety. whats the matter, boy?"
"Oh!" cried Newton. ooh! Oh!
OH"
"Newtie, Newtie !" cried his mother,
where are you in pain? Tell mother,
Newtie!'
"Oh,' groaned Newtie, relaxing, Il
feel awful"
"What you been eating?" interro-
gated his father.
Nothing" replied Newton.
Il saw you eatin' dinner" said his
Again Newton was ~convulsed by
spasms, and again his groans
filed the hearts Of his parents with
terror.
"That's all I've eaten" said he when
his spasms had passed, Except a few
/ was putting strychnine in
en-"
ooh, heavensl" cried his mother.
He's poisoned! Drive for the doctor,
Ezra Drive!"
Mr.. Bronson forgot all about the
election-forgot everything save anti
Totes and speed. He leaped toward
he door. AS he passed out, he shout
I'd, "Give him an emeticl !" He tore
UllCIluS Straps lIOlu Tie pOSIS, |
into the buggy, gave the spir-
ted horses their heads, and fled toward
Just at the town limits, he met
he doctor in Sheriff Dilly's automo-
)ile, the sheriff himself at the steer
.ng wheel. Mr.. Bronson signaled
hem to stop, ignoring the fact that
hey were making similar signs to him.
"We're just starting for your place."
aid the doctor. "Your wife got me
IN the phone"
THANK God!" replied Bronson.
Don't fool any time away on me.
Driver"
-'Get in here, Ez," said the sheriff.
Doc knows how to drive, and I'll come
n with your team. They need a slow
rive to cool EN- off,"
"Why didn't you phone meY" asked
he doctor.
(To BE CONTINUED.)
Silenced.
A neUly-married couple were enter