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Li ods * ee . THE GRINDER PAPERS. 107 they went to work dosin’ us, and each one dosed zs patient for what Ae thought it was, and they looked like tiger-cats at each other; and one of ‘em says, ‘‘Gross malpractrice; and another, ‘‘Abominable ignorance ;” and the youngest, ‘‘Absurd old fogyism.” _ ¥ou’re sure about nannygoats? I know what he give me was nasty enough to be anything. Well, we was all at the pint o’ death, when some o’ the neigh- bors, that had been called in by the news, came intu the parlor. Among ‘em was an old lady by the name o’ Perkins, and the minute she came, she looks at us, and then at the tea-table, and says she: ‘“What hev ye been eatin’, Miss Lowery?” “Says I, ‘‘’I'was in the ginger-cake (Miss Lowery couldn’t speak). I tasted suthin’ suspicious, and the Freedman young woman did it.” ‘‘Don’t be tu sure,” saysshe, ‘‘it may be accident; we ought not tu bear false witness agin our neighbors,” and she goes to the table. She cuts the cake and smells it, and tastes it, and spits it out; and says she: | ‘Tis in the cake, sure enough. But ye needn't be afeerd o dyin’, It’s soap as plain as daylight. Look-a’-here, doctor, if ‘tain’t soap I’m a baby.” : Well, the doctor went and smelt, and tasted, and the rest done the same, and finally they made up their minds it was soap, and come to cut it up, there was my piece of pink pin paper with a “Eo aaa) seve) cS m