| Show 40 aca 6 BYRON WILLIAM A cucumber crewl A eteen cucumber grew grow whore where elect nectar ent wha wherein rein a garden old wro olora lore redolent the sunlight klad the vine the earth KB its euckor lent and breezes sang a by dg daiy diy where moonbeam hofto were blent bent thus this ou cucumber cumber brew grew to girth onerous span plucked and eold sold at laet last to mr air dashman the ya peddler t peddled ions long and bold sold it to jim slack who peeled and ate tir tas pick with diver divern amile ind smack then that pickle treon began to hump its tt bickl it griped and bucked and growled tried trie aery wicked tack ed over and lay down then bunched up like a rock til jim ho he plumb collapsed as a limber as an hia his bockl 1 they called the doctor hence lie looked both oth wise an I 1 strong to to cope with pain and pane and every inward wrong he pumped bumped jima jims insides out it take him tone long out but jim he gigged and dieal ills spirit joined the throng ot of thoe those long aone A one before who now are ure hale and glad upon hie his tomb we read this doleful roes mes sage age sad A green cucumber grew where dew dews sweet nectar lent jim rim ate it and now dwells in climes mag mail appendicitis joshua Fumble berry farmer was bom born with a pain sometimes it was in his stomach and sometimes it was in his imagination but it as ubiquitous joshua was not ono one that buffered suffered in silence but was a devout apostle of tho the philosophy of king crony in a paroxysm of gout nature knows best and she says coarl ron rl land a goshon goshen joshua complain ed hia his long enduring wife yell be havin that there appendicitis in yer mind somo some day and the doctor wont bo be able t do a thing fur ye cause he cahnt operate on yer imagination and hen ye yo git dead sot on it bothin but an operational 11 ll ever git ye over ILI you yott folks talk too much marled snarled joshua hotly but I 1 spose ye be happy it if ye jam about eo so much wind or cr missed a revolution occasionally when im eick sick im sick aint 17 I 1 ye coant shoso im sick cuz I 1 enjoy it do ye 7 that was the be beginning inning A min gits knighty luttio sympathy syn pathy in this world joshua at 10 p V in two days later when A sharp pain attacked him in the left side ride about three inches below and slightly back of hia his lower vest pocket deliberately at first then with accelerated cele rated rapidity the truth rushed upon him he ile had appendicitis G or fer th doctor Ml mirandy randyl go quick he be bawled ive got it thia this time sure ef I 1 should die moaning eforo ye yo git back theys 40 hid in the granary that ye know about on an holding hie his hand clasped closely over tho pain my wills made out and down t Pi keville in th office 0 squire biggem but got gol gol as mirady her arms akimbo stood immovable I 1 in an attitude of 0 gathering defiance joshua fumai cherry ye aint got DO lao more appendicitis than I 1 hev an I 1 aint coln t make no dark ride 0 eight miles through mud and water to git yo a doctor when ye yo dont need none ive been a abod ai faithful wife ter yo and allus cared fer for ye yo when ye yo auz sick but im through chasin pill peddlers t fix up yer im agitation agi nation so there therel I 1 so there was accompanied by a determined stamp of the foot and joshua knew know the ultimatum was final tut his blood and his imagination were up besides dida t he be have appendicitis itis itts and ho he at that very moment a man marked mared for the cold and clammy silence of the grae 11 1111 randy Fumble borry joshua jo 5 hun spoke intensely ef et you dont git th tb doctor ter mo me afore midnight ill die or er III git a divorce an an I 1 dont keer which take yer choice joshua retorted he the wife stolidly take yer chol ebol col then ill go myself for the doctor ho he sobbed jumping from the elfa and shuming ehu ining into his overcoat ef I 1 die yell ye I 1 bo be but I 1 aint eoln t de dle without a chance ter keep yo from sp espenan enAn my mner m ner yet awhile ob oh lord oh lord gamme strength ho he beseeched as he feebly passed out into the dooryard the barn an hour later doctor phil graves of pikka corners was aroused from bla 11 snooze by a loud rapping come on out t our house quick doe shouted Fumble berry through the closed door ill order yer hosse bitched lilt ched as I 1 go past th livery stable they aint no time t V lose loiel whose sick queried doctor graves craves in the weird light at the top of ot the stair case but all nit ho he beard board as fet feet clattered down tho the step steps was out to ell echt ht milc 3 and tho rumbling of wheel wheels 4 44 IN the caller hurried away la in the darkness muttering Blut cering fervent anathemas alwn hlo his III luck doctor grave huf fled out of lie his pajamas and prepared a hasty toilet for A cold rind nd ride over black and boggy soggy roads and benumbed he reached tho the Fumble berry home just as the kitchen hitchen clock struck the half hour after midnight chos sick he queried entering the house and anti banding handing his coat to mrs rumble herry leberry I 1 thought it must bo be you oot got rome comi any its joshua listed mirandy randy quiet lyl kea goin t die joshua shouted dr graves joslun Jo Jos shim bun why ho he drove in after rael mel 1 I linow know doctor I 1 go lamely ilea he got tho the appendicitis in his appendix and he cant live livel lies iles in horo bore come conic in burled buried in a heap of feathers quilts and family overcoats lay joshua fum ble borry shaking pitifully and groan las ing lyl well III bo be blamed I 1 1 11 gasped grasped doctor graves explosively turn over here let me get a look at nt you any pain here pressing tho the flesh over tho the appendix no doc doe nol its on th sidel ohi ohl oh ohl ob ohl appendicitis dont come on the left side aide mr Fumble berry lets let I 1 s it dont it don dont t I 1 scream screamed od the patient 1 I thought it could como come on both eldest both sides at once eh growled tho the physician continuing his examination mr aft Fumble berry doctor graves was deliberately impressive as he be held something eom ething aloft on tho end of his pen knife youve had a wood tick on you thata alfill all I 1 A surprised groan was the only in ter and the physician contin aed havo have your wife put a bandage about you to keep the blood off the linen licen and then go to sleep good nighal well do tell At mirandy Irandy whimpered joshua repentantly did ye ever know about that there appendix altus allus browin on the right side dut but yer glad aint ye mirandy frandy 11 thet I 1 aint dead aint ye where did yo say that there money was bid hid in tho the granary joshua dip somatically 1 I halat had a new got meet ln dress fer for seven years replied mirandy randy its in a tin box in the corn sheller mirandy All randy joshua meekly git a new dross dress Mi randyl git a now dress I 1 and All mirandy randy did didi the patriarch editor old ra patriarch time must feel feet something of rage and remorse 0 t his accumulated failures to take om vm the sere and whitened brow of the country editor bs crobu the rural editor strangely unlike many business busl nees men grows ripe and keener aa as the frosts gather hoar boar and immaculate upon his head the ever age merchant or professional man retiring break the ingrain habit of years but to idle and fret going to the sunset land restless and unhappy have you noticed with what a so rine u and philosophical rhein the country editor neara nears eternity gentleness sweetness forgive forgiveness nebs and forbear anco mark the columns of his paper where once bo ho was prone to rip and roar and twist the caudal appendage of those who loved him not what la Is it to grow old asks one with tho the editor it Is more than to lose the glory of the form the luster of the eye the plumpness of the cheek it ts Is to lose also from out the quiver at tho the editorial belt the arrows of aloe the javelin of wormwood tho the bhatta haits of venom and to gain upon the pencil tip a pure and pleasing gen lioness that scatters calm and serenity in every home old wood 1 Is best likewise old wine old friends and an old editors there is in tho the pastoral scribe none of that frigidity of years that piping childishness that frets at sui down no lutill wall ig at time to fly backward no belated and pitiful patching up of the body against tho the grave gravel I 1 there is s in him a mature mellowness a reserve of wisdom from which ho he may draw at will mill a relish of salt a hat that he is seeing by aged night a million stars bo he could not sea see by youthful da and all this draft a about him countless friends who lovo and cherish him ills boss or his younger partner ako tale from his the bruising cares lie may not toll regularly as of old remaining at home for an hour with that grand baby or to let old dobbins nip a rt bit of grass beside the road but ero the day is much begun bo he shuffles off toward bis his favorite chair before the desk where work haa hats blessed him lol lo 10 these many years and thus perhaps there they find him some evening when the paper has cone gone to press his arms arins upon ble his desk bis his head upon his arias asleep to fo reverl rover A babbie serious work lends jendi on moro importance to ress r thana a child making mud pies in the a eyelet beet whatever you do do it t earne ir and not superficially Y A |
