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Mu.PiiJUi. vjfty Joseph C. Lincoln Air rob of "Capn Eri* 'Partnirs of the Tiot' CoPreiGHT ts07 A i B£/?h£6 COffPtV/r * Illustrations by T.D.flELvnx “He Moved Then," Walking Spanish. SYNOPSIS. Mr. Solomon Pratt began comical nar ration of story, introducing well-to-do Nathan Scudder of his town, and Edward Van Brunt and Martin Hartley, two rich j New Yorkers seeking rest. Because of latter pair's lavish expenditure of money. Pratt's first impression was connected | with lunatics. Van Brunt, it was learned, was the successful suitor for the hand of Miss Agnes Pag**. who gave Hartley up. Adventure at Fourth of July cele bration at Eastwic-h. Hartley rescued a boy. known as “Reddy.” from under a horse’s fe.-t and the ur ' in proved to be one of Miss Page’s charges, whom she had taken to the country for an outir.g. Out sailing later. Van Brunt. Pratt and Hnrper w.-re wrecked in a squall. Pratt landed safely and a search for the other two revealed an island upon which they were found. Van Brunt rented it from. Scudder and called it Ozone island. In charge- of a company of New York poor children Miss Talford and Miss Page vis ited Ozone island. In another storm Van Brunt and Hartley narrowly escaped be ing wrecked, having aboard chickens, pigs. etc., with which they were to start a farm. Eureka Sparrow, a country girl, was engaged as a cook and Van Brunt and Hartley paid a visit to her father, who for years had been claiming con sumption as an excuse for not working. Upon another island visit by Miss Page. Eureka diagnosed Hartley's case as one of love for Agnes. At a lawn fete. Van Brunt shocked the church community hv raffling a quilt for the church’s benefit. Hartley invented a plan to make Wash ington Sparrow work. In putting the plan into effect Hartley incurs wrath of Miss Page, for whom th< “sick man” sent. Agnes then appealed to Van Brunt. CHAPTER XV. The White Plague. The fat was all in the fire. Hart ley’s great scheme that he thought was going to help Eureka, and that I cal’lated would be one more big boost for him in the Page girl's eyes, had gone to pot to see the kettle bile. In stead of getting rid of Papa Sparrow, it had fetched that old hypocrite right over to eat and sleep and groan ^ under our very noses. And. instead * of helping Martin's love business, it had knocked the keel right out of it and left him stranded with a bigger reputation than ever for cold-blooded.! mercenary money-grabbing. Sweet mess, wa’n’t it? I snum. I did hate to tell Eureka! And yet of course she was bound to find it out for herself. When she went home that night, thinks I: “I'll catch it to-morrow morning." And. sure enough, next morning she was laying for me. She come out to the garden, where I was trying to fool myself into hoping that six inches of green string, with a leaf or two hung along it. might bear a cucumber some day, and down she sets in the heap of dry seaweed by the pig pen. “Now, then,” says she, sharp, “I want to know all about it." “Ob!" says I, looking innocent at the cucumber string: “I ain't give up hope, bv no manner of means. If the loam don't blow ofT, and I'm able to lug water enough, we'll have as much as one jar of two-inch pickles off this plantation by the time the Heavenlies are ready to quit." "Humph!” she sniffs. “You ought to pickle that understanding of yours. It’s too fresh and green to kerp long, out in this sun. Now you look me in the eye and tell me all about it." “About what?" I asks, not looking at her, however. “About the doings at our bouse yes terday. Why is pa coming over here to live? And what makes Mr. Hartley so blue and cross? And how come that Agnes Page to be mixed up in our af fairs? Out with it. It's my family business, and I want to know.” r So I had to tell her. She was pretty mad, and mighty sarcastic. “I thought so," she snaps. “Didn't you know no better than that? Didn't you know that a girl who's as far gone with charity as Miss Page is would bo sure to go and see pa and want to "do for him? I've found out that she's been givmg him money for medicine and things for over a week. Why, a sentimental city woman is pa’s best holt; he can tie 'em in bow knots round his finger. I s'pose you thought you could fetch Hartley and his girl together all by yourself. Well, you've done a good job. Now I've got to be gin it all over again." "It ain't no use now," I says. "She's down on him for good." “Rubbish: Don't talk so foolish. It'll be my turn next, and my plans won't go backside frontwards, like a crab. Anti I've got to fix pa. too. I've been working out a notion about him for two or three days. I guess it's time to be starting it a-going." She wouldn’t tell me what the no tion was. ’Twas her turn to have secrets. She seemed pleased to have Editha and the children go over to the Fresh Air school, because there they could be studying their lessons with somebody to look after ’em. She liked the idea of Lycurgus’ hiring out to Nate Seudder, too, though she did say that she guessed he wouldn't wear out his pants' pockets carting his wages around. .Next day sne stayed at nome and shut up the house, and that night she and Washy come to the island to stay all the time. They had rooms in the back part of the house, three flights up, and Scudder sold the Twins bed ding and truck enough to more than make up for losing the rent of the Sparrow house. Van put the wax wreath and Marcellas' picture and the rest of Nate's "presents" up in the invalid’s room. He said he thought they was kind of appropriate. Washy didn't mind. He said they was lovely and made him think of his "future state." 'Cording to my notion the ccok stove would have been better for that. Martin and his chum was pretty cool to each other for a while, but they soon get over it. Hartley was differ ent, though, from what he'd been afere. He was more reckless and his “don’t care" manner was back again; only, now that his health was so good, it showed in other ways. The two of ’em took to raising the very Old Boy. They must be up to something all the time. The island wa'n’t big enough to hold ’em and they was crowded over into the village, so to speak. They got mixed up with some of the men boarders at the hotel and 'twas "Whoop!” and "Hooray!" all the time. They and the boarders got horses out of the livery stable and had races right through the main street; going it licketty-cut and scandalizing the neighbors and scaring old women into conniption fits. Deacon Patterson had a new horse and the1 deacon happened to be seuing in his buggy in front of the Boston dry goods and variety store when the racers went by. The racket scared the critter and he bolted, and there was the deacon going down the road in the middle of the race, hol lering "Whoa!” to beat the cars, with his hat off and his Lair a-flying. Lots of the sewing circle women saw him and 'twas town talk for weeks. The deacon was going to have the Twins toclc up and sent to jail, but he didn’t. He prayed for ’em in meeting instead. Van Brunt got another letter from Agnes pretty quick after the race. She'd heard about it and she give him fits. Why was it necessary for him—she didn't mention Martin—to shcck the community and public opin ion? She wanted to know that and other things similar. He read a little of the letter to Hartley and that's how I heard it. I'd have heard more, prob ably, only Hartley got up and walked off. And he was blue as a whetstone for the rest of the day. I guess the Talford girl wa'n't quite so shocked. Anyhow me and Van met her up in the village one afternoon and she wanted to know all about the race. "I should like to have seen that old Mr Patterson,” says she. “He is al ways so very solemn and pompous. It must have been killingly funny.” Van told her the yarn, trimming it up fine as usual, and they laughed and had lots of fun over it. He went around with her shopping all the aft ernoon and I was forgot altogether. 1 didn't mind. I don't hanker for famousness, and the way the small boys followed Van Brunt around and pointed at him and snickered was too popular altogether. I cal'late he'd been preached up to them young ones as a horrible example till they envied him most as much as if he was a pirate. Ozone island was chock full of secrets and whisperings by this time. Van kept up his little side talk and backyard confabs with Scudder; and Hartley seemed to have caught the disease. I see him and Nate looking mysterious at each other and meet ing together in out of the way places time and time again. And the mail was getting heavier and there was half burned telegram envelopes in the stove ashes more'n once. But no body ever mentioned getting a tele gram. There was so much reading matter 'round the place now that Eureka was in her glory. She read when she got breakfast, with a book propped up on the kitchen table. She read when she dusted, holding the dust cloth in one hand and a magazine in t'other. She read when she ate. She went upstairs at night reading: and I wouldn't won der if she read in her sleep. Washy had been pretty decent, for him. for the first week after he landed in his new quarters. But his decency didn't last long. He begun to fuss and fine! fault and groan and growl. Miss Page sent him nice things to eat—and he always ate 'em every speck him self—and medicine, which he took about a spoonful of and then said 'twa’n't helping him none and give it up. He yelled for Eureka every few minutes and she'd have to drop her work and run and wait on him. He was a pesky outrage and everybody hated him. including Van. who said that he was a common nuisance and if ’twa’n't for his promise to Agnes he'd abate him with a shot-gun. One day Eureka comes out on the porch where the Heavenlies was set ting, and says she: “Air. A’an Brunt, would you and Mr. Hartley be willing for me to cure pa?" “Cure him?” asks Van, surprised. “Cure him? A'es, indeed. Or kill him, either.” he adds, under his breath. Hartley didn't say nothing. He never spoke to old man Sparrow now nor of him. far's that went. “All right,” Eureka says. “Thank you.” “What's the cook got up her sleeve concerning the afflicted parent?" asks Vac of me. “I don't knew," says I. And I didn't. That afternoon Eureka got me to help her lug the haircloth lounge from the front parlor out to the spare shed, the one we didn't use. 'Twas a little ten by six building that Marcellus had for a tcolhouse. and the shingles was falling off and the roof and sides full of cracks and knotholes. We set the lounge down in there. “What on earth?" says I. “I’m going to tell you,” says she. “Mr. Hartley said I could have the lounge. Then she told what her plan was. 'Twas a mighty good one, and 1 promised to help along. I laughed over it till supper time. That evening we was all in the din ing room. The weather had changed lately and the nights was chilly and windy. 'Twa'n't pleasant enough for the Twins to be cn the porch, and Washy had come down from his room and was all hunched up in front of the stove in thi kitchen. Eureka was just finishing the dishes. All of a sud den I heard her say: “Pa, I don't s'pose you feel well enough to go to work?" I could hear her dad's feet come down off the stove hearth with a thump. He started to speak, and then, remembering himself, he coughed, as hollow as an empty biler. "J asked.” Eureka goes on. “because 1 saw Mr. Brown yesterday and he said you could have that job at the hotel any time you wanted it.” “Hotel job!” hollers Washy. “How long: do you callate I'd last lugging bricks and digging? Ain't you satis fied to see me slipping into the grave day by day. without wanting to shove me under all at once?” “No, I knew you wa'n't fit to work. But pa, I've been hoping to find a way to cure you some day. and now I've learned the way. And I'm going to try it.” Washy coughed again. I was listen ing witli all my oars, and I see the Twins doing the same. “Cure? Humph!” sniffs the old man. “I'm past curing, darter Don't you wor-y about me. Let me die, that's all; let me die. Only I hope 'twon't be too slow. Cure! The doctors give me up long spell ago.” “Doctors give you up! What doc tors? Nobody but Penrose, and you've said more’n a thousand times that he wa’n’t no doctor. I've been reading up lately and I know how real doc tors cure folks.” “It ain't no use—” begins her dad. She cut him short. “Vour case is kind of mixed-up, pa," says she. “I’m free to say. owing to your consumption being complicated with nervous dyspepsy. But I’ve made up xny mind to start in on your lungs and kind of work 'round to your stom ach. You listen to this:” She come in the dining room and took a magazine out of the chest of drawers. Then she opened to a place where the leaf was turned down, and wen: back to the kitchen. “Consumption, pa," she says, “ain’t cured by medicine no more. Not by the real doctors, it ain’t. You say your self that all Miss Page's medicine ain’t done you no good. Fresh air night and day is what's needed, and you don't get it here by the stove or shut up in your room. You ought to live out door. Yes. and sleep there, too." "Sleep out door? What kind of talk is that? Be you crazy or—” “Don't screech so, pa," says Eureka, cold as an ice chest. “Folks over on the main will think this place is on fire. Listen to this. Here's a piece about consumption in this magazine. They cal! it the 'White Plague.' I'll read some of it.” The Heavenlies was in a broad grin by this time. Washy kept yelling that he didn't want to hear no such fool ishness. but his daughter spelt out different parts of the magazine piece, it told about how dangerous shut-up rooms and "confined atmospheres” was. and about what it called "open air sanitariums” and outdoor bed rooms. "See, pa." says she: “look at this picture. Here's a tent where two con sumptive folks lived and slept for over a year. 'Twas 30 below zero there sometimes, but it cured 'em. And see this one. Twas 45 below where that shanty was, but—” The invalid jumped out of his chair and come boiting into the dining room. "Take it away!" he yells, frantic. “If you expect me to believe such lies as them you're—'' “They ain't lies." says Eureka, fol lowing him up. and speaking calm and easy. "They're true; ain’t they, Mr. Van Brunt?" Van smothered his grins and nodded. True as gospel, he says. “Yes, course they be. And pa. I'm going to cure you or die a-trving. The old toolhouse out back of the barn is just the place for you. It's full of holes and cracks, so there'll be plenty of fresh air. And I took the sofy out there this very day. You can sleep there nights and set in the sun day times. You mustn't come in the house at all. I mean to keep you outdoor all winter, and then—" The Heavenlies just howled and so did I. Washy Sparrow howled, too. but not from laughing. “All winter!” he screams. “The gal's gone loony! She wants to kill me and get me out of the way. 1 shan't stir one stop. You hear me? Not one step!" "This piece says that many patients act that way first along. ‘In such cases it is often necessary to use force.' Mr. Fratt. will you take pa out to the tool shed? I'll carry the lamp." Would 1? I was aching for the chance to get my hands on the little rat. I stood up and squared my shoulders. "Mr. Van Brunt," yells Washy, dodging into the corner, "be you going to set by and see me murdered? Didn’t you swear your Bible oath to treat me kind?" "There couldn't be nothing kinder than curing you, pa," says Eureka. “It's all right, ain’t it. Mr. Van Brunt?" Van didn’t answer for a second. Then he says, like he'd decided: "Yes, it's dead right. Go ahead and cure him. for heaven's sake, if you can! I'll back you up and take my chances.” “My nerves—" begins Washy. “Nerves." says Eureka, “come from the stomach. I'll 'tend to them later. We'll cure your lungs first. Mr. Pratt, fetch him along." I got mr lingers on the back of i that consumptive's neck. He fought and hung back. Then I grabbed him by the waist-band with t ether hand. He moved then, "walking Spanish," like the boy in the schoolyard. Eureka opened the door. “Nobody can say." says she, emphatic, “that I let my pa die of consumption without trying to cure him. Come along, Mr. Pratt." “Remember, Mr. Sparrow," says Van, busting with laugh, “it's ail for your good." We went out and across the yard and round back of the barn. The Twins come to the door to see us off. I could hear 'em laughing even after we was out of sight. Eureka shaded the lamp with her apron. When we got to the shed there was a bran-new padlock on the door of it. “I put it on this afternoon." says she. “I'm pretty handy at fixing things up." We went into the shed and she put the lamp on the floor in the corner. “I guess maybe Mr. Pratt'll stay till you get undressed, pa,” she says. • "You tell him the rest, Mr. Pratt. Good-night.” _(TO BE CONTINUED.) i PEOPLE SHOULD EAT MORE FAT. So the Lancet of London Says—Praise for the Suet Pudding. The London Lancet condemns the modern tendency it discovers to ex- i elude the fatty portions of animal foods from the ordinary diet. “Every piece of • fat," says the Lancet, “is carefully cut off slices of ham, mutton and beef, and only the lean parts are eaten. Indeed, for some unaccountable reason, the eat ing of fat is regarded by not a few people as positively vulgar. “Such an attitude, cf course, dis plays ignorance cf physiological facts. Many minor ills of the body would be avoided if only care was taken to include a sufficiency of fat in the diet. “The introduction of the old-fash ioned suet pudding into the diet is in perfect accordance with scientific teaching and. from a dietetic point of view, especially in the feeding of young and growing people, it does a really beneficial service to the coun try.” N The Dublins and the Gordons. From some “Personal Reminis cences of Irish Humor," by A. 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"It was the first week of May when I got my tent pitched, but the farmers all around had finished putting in their crops, so I only got fifteen acres broke and seeded. They advised me as it was late not to put in much wheat, so I put in five acres of wheat and ten acres oats, one-half acre pota toes and vegetables. All kinds of veg etables grow well up there, sweet corn, tomatoes, onions, carrots, peas, beans, cabbage. My wheat yielded about 20 bushels per acre, for which I got 76 cents, others got 80 cents; oats threshed 35 bushels per acre, for which 1 got 35 cents per bushel. You see I w-as three weeks late in getting them in. still I was satisfied. “From my observation, there is more mo"ey made in stock, such as c.attle. horSes and sheep, as prices are high for such, and it costs nothing to raise them, as horses live the year around out on the grass. In fact, farmers turn their work horses out for the winter, and they come in fresh and fat in the spring. 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