The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1928-08-17
HER CURE
FOR THE JOY
KILLERS
90 by d. j. walsh,

1ANET HALL had spent the day In
making the new living room suite
look homelike. She had had to re-
~ arrange many things in order to
produce well-balanced effect, but the
effect was charming. She was so hap
by, pleased and proud. Mac had pre-
scented her with the new furniture on
her birthday the day before, but 1t
had reached the house too late last
night for her to do more than admire
It.
She was tired, of course, for she
had moved everything about half a
dozen times. Even yet she was not
sure that she liked that large chair on
that side of the room. But perhaps
she had best leave it until she had
thought about it little.
Sinking into the soft cushions of the
davenport che luxuriously rested while
she studied her new possessions. AL
though they had been married many
years this was the first really nice
furniture she and Mac had ever felt
able to buy. He had said just the other
day: "Why, we are getting TO be old
folks, Janet. It's time we began to
have q few things we want. No sense
in waiting" She had never dreamed
that he was even then contemplating
buying this suite for her. They had
seen it when it first appeared in Or
tons window and had stopped 10 ad-
mire it, but she had had not the re-
hottest idea that it would ever be
hers.
The back door opened and steps
sounded on the kitchen linoleum. A
familiar "Hoo-hoo 70 announced the ap-
pearance of a small woman with
slightly crossed eyes, pursy mouth
and stean.ing red complexion. 1t was
Mrs. Keller, Janet's next-door neigh
Dor.
MY goodness, Mrs. Hall! WHAT'S the
matter with you? You are as pale as
ghostr' cried the visitor.
Janet tried to smile.
'Why, l am little tired, that's all.
Come here and sit down beside me-"
She Hospitality patted the inviting
cushions beside her.
Mrs. Keller stared hard at the
davenport before she sat down.
"Oh! This is that suite they had
fl Orton's window, isn't it," she said.
"My husband gave it to me for my
birthday" Janet replied.
Oh! Yes! Well, that's NICE" Mrs.
Keeler's hand was critically exploring
the texture of the material. Looks
as if it might wear long time"
Hope So" Janet began to feel
sense of chill.
Mrs. K Ter sighed.
1--WE need some new furniture, but
what's the use of getting it? Keller
and / haven't any children, or anybody
we care much about leaving it to. And
i tell him I'm not going to put my.
self out buying for somebody that
wouldn't thank you for it. At our
ages, you never can tell how long
you're going TO lie here
Janet swallowed at growing tight
ness in her throat. 1t was true. She
and Mac had 40 children, either. The
twins had died at three, and little
boy that had followed had never got
out of long dresses. They had nobody,
but some nephews of Macs. She looked
AZ her new furniture with darkening
eyes. Who would have it after they
were gone? Why in no time at all
somebody she did not know about
might be sitting as she now was upon
this very davenport.
"You ought to go to the DOCTOR"
Mrs Keller said, observing Janet Sc
riously. 81 think you have very bad
color. 1t doesn't pay to put these
things off, you know. A bit Of muir
muir in the heart, a degree of blood
pressure and-Well, life is mighty
uncertain roposition-make the best
you car of it"
'That is true" murmured Janet She
began to feel rather queer and gaspy.
Maybe her heart was "acting up"
again. OF course, she couldn't tell
about the pressure" but people of her
age were apt to suffer from it. Yet
she would be afraid to go TO a doctor
Suppose he should tell her that she
had not long to live. Or that Mac
had not long to live? She remembered
something she had heard Mrs. Willard
say yesterday at the woman's club:
"Just as we get our house of life in
order where we may enjoy it, We die"
With a terrible little curly feeling
along her spine she sank farther into
the delightful cushion to convey pre-
monition of tragedy.
II came over" said Mrs. Keeler ito
see if you'd lend me few slices Of
bread for supper. l missed the bake
cart someway Oh, dear, hum! get
so tired of this eternal cooking and
baking. What's the use anyway? You
can half kill yourself getting up a
meal, and half an hour after II has
been eaten it is forgotten, unless, Of
course. it creates indigestion-Just a
few slices, Mrs. Hall. presume
shant touch it myself. Keller says ]
don't eat enough to support fly"
Janet cut the bread, wrapped it In