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Show BETTER THAN ANY MEDICINE Just a Few Well-Chosen Words and Ailing Ail-ing Singer Was Restored to Vigorous Health. "I am sorry to learn you ar so 111 that you cannot possibly be In your accustomed place tomorrow morning. Miss Hysee," said the minister's wife, condolingly, "and I have hurried over to say you need not feel the slightest uneasiness about the solo you were to sing in the opening anthem. Dr. Goodman and the organist have arranged ar-ranged that Mips Gonby shall take the part and " "What?" The popular soprano of the Rev. Dr. Goodman's church choir at once sat bolt upright in bed. "What?" she screame '. "That old maid with the cracked . voice try to sing my solo? Never!" With one hand she tore the bandages band-ages off her he2d; with the other she swept the medicines fro.?, the little table to the floor, and thr-n v" 'ncked down the coverlets. "Tell Dr. Goodman anr s v she said, In a tone that rang through the house like the silvery tones of a bell, "to notify Miss Gonby that she needn't mangle that solo. I'll be there!" "1 thought that would do It," said the minister's wife, quietly, to herself. |