Judge — May 15, 1920 — page 6: what you’re looking at

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>" ee ee ee ping the arms tightly. It ies AND “UE! z SEE PROF, GROWLERS GREAT EDUCATIONAL FILM EASED MONE AY OPERA wovee ees tt s evident he had caught a whiff of the tobacco, for his face was a curious pale green like a young apple-leaf, and perspiratica stood on his forehead in beads, but around the mouth he was white—as white as new snow. Three doctgrs—the one from Peabody Corners and the two from South Higgum —stood near him, but they wore gas masks, so_ they were fairly safe. The one from Peabody Corners had the pulmotor. Dr. Micksell, from South Higgum, had the stomach pump; Dr. Dusen- bury had the — hot-water bottles and the smelling salts and was in charge of the Dewwn by L Mrs. Quigg rad “She ate part of a leaf of pa’s tobacco,”’said Amanda, “and then she went and chased pa’s bull out of the pasture and bit a piece out of grandpa Peabody's marble stone monument. “And died,” said Hiram. And died in convulsions,” Amanda agreed. And you are leaving that old man—your father— to smoke the tobacco alone?" I asked in horror. “Shame on you! Where is h “He ain’t alone,” said Hi- ram, “and he’s down cellar, if you want to know. We ain’t a’minded to see our dear, old father suffer like he’s apt to. You can, if you're that cruel minded.” So I went down cellar. In the dining-room, as I passed, Aunt Selina was still stretched out on the couch — uncon- scious. Uncle Rodney was not alone. In the middle of the cellar was a small table and on the table were three leaves of Uncle Rodney’s moonshine tobacco, and a pipe into which part of a leaf had been crammed, There were sev matches on the tabl Uncle Rodney stubborn resolution on his Drawn by ROB, Pouinn ain't the only thing—Sh-h! face, sat in a windsor chair, booze buried somewhere on the pls rp —Merciful Jeboshaphat! It's gettin’ so it ain’t safe for a body to step out of th’ house! thoy ge SE wid on ha « ipecac, camphor, lysol, car- bolic acid and mustard _plas- ters. “Twill, by heck, [| will!” Uncle Rodney was repeating over and over, and every time he said it he put out a hand toward the pipe, but cach time he hesitated and drew back. “1 got my will all made out and signed,” he muttered. “I ain't afraid.” “Tf you are, I’m not,” I said and reached for the pipe, but Uncle Rodney was too quick for me. He picked up the pipe, put the bit between his lips and struck a match. The three doctors bent their knees like racers preparing for a sprint. Uncle Rodney held the match above the bowl of the pipe, took one lony puff and turned a bright indigo blue. He jerked back- ward, leaped from the chair, whirled rapidly six times, and fell to the floor of the cellar, stiff as a log and as inanimate as a stone Buddha Instantly the three doctors pounced upon him and began working with frenzied haste, only uttering a low word now and then as they stepped on each other, while from the room above came soft moans of woe as my cousin Hiram, his ear to the floor, reported what he could hear. They told me afterward that one whiff of Uncle Rod- ney’s moonshine Connecticut tobacco floated upward and reached Aunt Selina’s nose. and she instantly re vived and started for the pig- pen with a carving knife to slaughter the hog. But it was three It's whispered about there's days before Uncle Rodney came to and was able to sit