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inquired Mrs. Spicer in
real consternation.
“I don't feel hun-
gry, " admitted Mr.Spi-
oer apologetic.-ally.
IIe tried a spoonful of
tea, but it seemed to
have a. bnwkisli taste.
The cnunbling squares
of corn bread and the
bashed potzttoes sent up
a pungent sh-am; this
homely kitchen incense
had of a sudden become
noxious to him.
“I'll be bound he's
coming down with
somethingl " was Mrs
Spider's swift intuition.
Ur. Spioer, in ounnnon
with his sex, resented
ooddling, and Mrs Spi-
oer was hard put to it
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practical niinistrations.
There was a oertnin
brew of her own ooneoe-
tion, however. that she
relied upon in simple
domestic crises.
“Clean off the table,
Evalina,” she said,
‘ “while I stir up your
paw a dmft. "
Mr. Spioer hovered
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at the very door. Win-n
M rs. llovey dlsippdinu
after spelling Mrs Spl-
one for their old neigh-
bor, '
jealously to the ancient
family rites. The Daily
Bugle chronicled Mr.
Spioer's illness in pleas-
ant, friendly, optimistic
fuhion, and Mr. Spi-
oer's competitors in the
hauling profession, with
whom digging was sec-
ond nature. dug up a.
substantial little purse
among them, as a dell-
cate expression of es-
tee
lll.
“We ain't been thank-
ful enoug mourned
. Mrs Spioer to Mrs.
llovey. “Seems like if
miserably over the hot
him. Evalina
piled the dishes into a neat structure
and took down the tin dish pa.n.
“Leave the dishes set, honey," urged
lllrs. Spicer. “Ain't you got something
you need to do?"
“ Yes, " said Evalina, testing the
Water with a. pink forefinger, “this is
it. "
Before Mrs Spicer oould respond,
Jed entered. Jed was the Spiders’ mar-
ried son.
“Finished?" asked Jed disappoint-
ed.ly. “Nettie smut something over-
thought it'd be in time for your sup-
per. IIello7paw sick?"
“Not sick, Jed4exao’ly," said Mr.
Spioer.
“How do you feel?" inquired Jed
in his direct fashion.
"Kind of funny," ndnlittled Mr. Spi-
oer unwillingly.
“You don't look funny, rejoined
Jed. “That cough sounds bronchial to
ma. Better let Doc llasnett have a look
at you. "
“Your maw'il ox me up,” nverred
Va Mr. Spicer with superb oonhdenoe.
Mrs. Spicer administered the hot
draft, and Mr. Spioer, faintly protest-
ing, was urged to bed When Jed left,
his mother, with her apron thrown
about her hand for protection against
the night air, followed him out.
“Do you think he had ought to have
the doctor, Jud?"
“You can't neier tell," said Jed
mutiously. “llow lung's it been gain’
on?"
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“ He's been l:oepin' up for several
days, " replied Mrs. Spicor. “You know
your paw-he won‘t never let on any-
thing oils him till ho aI.n’t anti I liilll
oorn bread and lh'LSll8(l potatoes and
gingerlirend imd ]>4’IIA)ll sauce, and you
know 3 oursclf 3. person has to feel pretty
bud not to eat them."
“Ilel1astlu1tl" agrrwl Jed.
“And you know yourself how much
e sets by Nr-.ttie's floating island-
don't IUH,,'f't to tlntnk Nvttio, Jed. " A
ourse puroxysm of cou;;hin;z sounded
from me room br-yond “ Mebbe we
better have the doctor to-night. "
Jed. “I can go right by and get him.”
Jed went arr whlstliniz; but once out
of earshot of the anxious little dwelling,
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mu-m IV 7. n nnunu
‘'It wouldn't do no lnu1n," agreed S
“AM I GOlN' TO-T0-DlE7" maurnzo MR. SPICER FEEBLV
THE THANKFUL
SPICE RS
Clix, Agnes Mary Browneil
Vii. MR. SPICER IN THE TITLE R6LE
he grew strangely silent. The doctor
was at his belated supper, but he cheer-
fully crowded the long- wamied rem-
nants into his mouth and plunged into
the old round.
It had been Mrs. Spioer's task to
prepare Mr. Spice: for the visit. To her sur-
prise, Mr. Spicer received her suggestion that
he see the doctor in a most conciliatory spirit.
" He must be awful badi “ thought Mrs
Spicer, with a sinking of the heart. But her
honseuifely pride had not forsaken her. “One
thing I am tha.nk.ful for," Mrs Splcer said to
herself consolingly. “It's early in the week,
and the sheets ain't scarcely mussed. ”
She smoothed out the folds of a fresh spread
hove the rising - sun quilt that served as
counterpane, straightened the window shade,
passed her gingham apron over the chair des-
tined for the doctor and waited.
When Jed ushered Dr. Basnett in, Emlina
was sitting alone at the redhnd-while-checked
table with her schooibooks. Dr. Basnett was
fairly electrified by the compelling quality of
her gaze. It was as if she had invested him with
a more than human attribute-the divine nttri-
lvute of healing. He was a stodgy little man of
the type known as sandy, and he was habitu-
ally overworked; of late years he lhild grown a
little careless in the matter of dress Sometimes,
as he felt age stealing over him, he had come
to bare a feeling of depression. Evalinnla look
was like a mil to the colors. Jed remained
behind with Evalina; the doctor entered alone.
Dr. Bnsnett privately thought that Mrs
Spioer looked almost as ill as the patient: he
patted her shoulder with a pudgy paw like a
playful bears and remarked cheerily, regard-
ing Mr. Splcer, “What have we here?”
‘Am I goin' to>tlo-die?" inquired lilr.
r feebi '.
“Sure thing,“ raid the doctor reassuringly.
“We're all mortal. But not this time, I hope.
Pretty shabby trick, I should call it-leave n
nice fzun 'ly like you got-that nice little
girl in there. Sin-fa my pretty. " declared
the dor-.t.or, searcliim: for a suitable
moved his pudgzy, (‘ili(‘i9llt hands were
busy likewise, and his sharp, boring little eyes
and his soooplike ears; and while he talked at
Mr. Spioer he was lvaniing it great deal more
than be aired to impart. When he had made his
patient as ooiniort.-ihle as pos;<ii>le for the night
and had shut the door of the sick room behind
him, he met the same impr-llimz look in Jed‘s
eyes that he had met in liialin- ’
It was always most enrlrarra. mg to Dr.
Basnett to give adverse du-isions. lie cleared
his tlirmt. hesinrtaed and sliugested awkwardly,
“Er-I think he'll have a pretty fair night."
" Is it pneumonia‘? " dL-nntnded the direct
Jed.
Basnett caution: v.
“Shall we send for Fanny?" pursued JNI.
‘ t couldn't do any hann," said Dr. Bas-
t.
“It could be pneumonia," admitted Dr.
sly
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M n>Spieer followed the profession of hauling.
Wherever a. stately building blovk, church or
public libniry l"P1tl'Pd mo-x ‘e walls in his
oommunity, Mr. Splmr and his t;:-um, Jack and
Jerry, had boon before. Suuuling erect in his
wagon, holiliniz the wins loosely over the backs
of Jack and Jerry, Mr. Splovr wns a familiar
sight. Ile eujoyr-ii a uide noqmtintarioe, and
among his friends, by reason doubtless of his
scrawny build and the obvious impnu-timbility
of his Christian name of Lozuuler, he was
known as IA-on Spioor. Mr, Spleer was only a
very ordinary man, with tilIi‘lI ordinary talents
as honesty, industry nnd devotion to his family.
The more n-nmrknbh-, then, the stir that the
illness of Mr. S] , omnsinllml. Mr. liovey,
who might be and to boioniz to the onler of
Loyal Neiglibors, made the cure of Jack iunl
Jerry his specific mnrV>rn: und Mrs Spicer,
brmgin’ up 3 fam’ly,
I'd never have an un-
teful thought. "
“Oh, you'd soon forzetitl" deciarvd
the pessimistic him. llorey, depositlnlz
a line pan of rolls upon Mrs. spleen
kiwhen hlble. “lily bakin turned out
so good, I thought I'd just bring you
orer a taste. "
“Ever‘one’s too guodl" gulped Mrs
Spioer. “These in-re rolls, with Net-
tie's marmalade and a cup of tea, and
lunch is not.”
But all the time In the Spioer house-
hold there stalked an unbidden guest
hurrying through the dismal nights-
and the eren longer and more dismal
d;iys- was Fanny, who had never
dreamed of such a home-coming as this
Charlie Folsom-her old enrployer
when she had been stenographer for
the Folsom it Son Inresunent Company
and her friend a.nd neighbor as well‘
met her at the station. Charlie had to
be both kind and cruel. lie looked away
from his little friend's speaking eyes
and ‘ :
“We don’: imow, yet but you're in
time, Fanny."
They were all waiting in the old
kitchen, neat and shining as Nettie's
capable hands could make it-Jed and
Nettie-pretty Nettie, who had taken
on a noble, niatronly look-and Era-
iina, who still regarded Dr. Basnett as
only next lower in authority than God.
The door into her father's room opened
silently, and Fanny entered.
But what stranize and potent energy
had this eager, rlrld girl brought with
her? It was as if 3 fresh. strong wind
had blown through that narrow room.
Mr. Spioer stirred, gazed. “Fanny-l"
he croaked teebly, and it moment later
added, “Well, Fanny, I not home."
The two trarelers looked upon each
other; they had come strange ways
Dr. llasnett’s face lightened: an
eager, alert expremion crossed it. What
had won in that room at the last? Not
his skill. Perhaps Evalinn had been
right; perhaps it was a divine agency
that had brought Mr. Spieer and his
daughter Fanny safe home again.
“Are they all in, mnw?" inquired
Mr. Spioer anxiously ; for it mm a tenet
of the house of Splrer that at night-
time the whereabouts of all its members
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