The Ely miner., 1927-08-26

MI and petulant. she lived alone
Nl with her servants in big
house set on wide-sweeping
lawn which was as smooth as car
pet and perfectly kept by Old Pete,
her gardener. She had flowers in
great abundance and a luxurious
limousine was housed in garage
quite in keeping with all the rest of
her property. Mrs. Frisby was seven
ty and. when she went forth to call
on the few persons she considered
worthy of her notice she was clothed
in the richest of black satin and wore
diamonds of such size that she fairly
dazzled the eye. She was to all ap-
pearanceS austere and naughty,
woman with a heart of ice. She never
allowed any one to take liberties
interviews much as a queen might.
She was not generous and to the peo-
pie and children who lived near her
she was a perfect bugaboo, for if
child or dog happened to stray on her
premises it was driven away and made
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crime. Everybody, even the few on
whom she looked with favor, stood in
awe of her.
In all her life there had been only
three persons who had discovered that
she had heart, one an early sweet
heart who left her for her friend, the
second old Hannah, her ancient hand
maiden, and she knew "Miss Caroline"
as she called her mistress, "like q
book" and the third was young Doc
tor Dent.
Doctor Dent had been called in an
emergency to attend Mrs. Frisby one
day when her old family doctor had
been away. Mrs. Frisby was, she
said, victim of nerves, but when
Doctor Dent had taken her tempera-
ture, looked at her tongue and felt
her pulse he had told her that she
had bad case of fidgetitis. To the
old woman, fed up on Doctor Crosby's
sympathetic diagnosis, the thought of
a new symptom was really refreshing,
and she continued to employ the
young doctor, never suspecting that
he had found nothing the matter with
her but ennui. When he had said
fidgetitis and told her she was a tidge-
tartan he thought she would see the
joke at once, but she had not and
quite reveled in the new complaint.
This new interest lasted until winter
came and the snow piled up and made
it impossible for her to get out in the
car and then she really did get so
nervous and dissatisfied with every
thing that she lost her appetite and
began to sleep badly. Finally she
developed a headache and remained
in her room and then she took to her
bed. She refused to see any one and
when some of her acquaintances and
relatives heard of her indisposition
they sent flowers and books, but she
hated flowers in her room and she
had dozens of books and magazines
that she had never opened
Poor Hannah was at her wits end.
She offered to put cold congresses
on her mistress head and brought a
bottle of Mrs. Frisby's favorite law
ender smelling salts, but when she
only broke down and cried and said
she guessed she was homesick this
frightened old Hannah so badly that
she sent hurry call for Doctor Dent
and he came, as he laughingly told
Mrs. Frisby, "on two wheels" When
he had talked few moments he told
her if he had had time he certainly
would have brought her an aluminium
ring with glass setting as big as a
bean. At this she laughed. Before
he went away he said he was going
to send her a cure. 1t would arrive
the next morning promptly at nine
O'Clock, and as 1t was a peculiar rem
edy and must be delivered directly
into her hands she would have to be
downstairs when 1t was delivered.
And then he went away, and so busy
was Mrs. Frisby in speculating over
what the cure could be that before
she realized 1t her headache was gone
and when Hannah appeared bearing
tray upon which dainty supper re-
posed she fell to and ate with
relish.
The next morning Mrs. Frisby came
down to breakfast. She ate hurried
ly and as soon as possible returned to
the big window In the living room
which commanded view of the
street. Promptly at nine car drove
up and man got out with something
wrapped in blanket in his arms.
Mrs. Frisby gasped in horror A mo-
ment later the maid ushered the man
into Mrs. Frisby's presence.
The man came forward and with
out a word set the bundle on the rug
at the old woman's feet He then
removed the blanket and there stood
revealed the funniest crooked-legged
wrinkled-faced Boston bull puppy that
was ever seen.
"a dog!" fairly shrieked Mrs. Fris-
by. 81 hate dogsw