Adventure Magazine Cover, February 3, 1921 — page 126: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

| A astener Ly ioe €s Teavey Jackson Author of “A Little Tigger this Mornin’ ,” ““Half-Pint Smith,” etc. ISTEN,” said the lunatic cheerfully, . sitting down on top of the unfin- ished wall around the sanitarium of the good Doctor Freihut. ' crazy, but I know it; people outside are crazy and don’t know it. F’r instance, here’s my family payin’ Doc forty dollars a week to keep me here, cuttin’ the grass and milkin’ the cows and buildin’ this everlastin’ stone wall around the farm just like all the other nuts, “Say, Doc’s got ee up in his cottage-colony tendin’ his chickens and hoein’ his cabbage and payin’ him a hun- dred a week for the chance. ‘Fresh air,’ says Doc, ‘and calm sleep and beautiful thoughts, and some shower-baths and pleaty o outdeor work on.my farm,’ says Doc, ‘and bills paid in advance, and I can cure any nut livin’!’”’ “It’s wonderful,” murmured J. Watts- Wright, looking across the amazing lawns and gardens of the good doctor to the build- ings beyond. “I’d start one myself if I could get a few of you nuts over to my place for nest-eggs. Don’ t any of you guys take a notion to run off?’ “What for? Doc gets all our money in advance. I’m paid up three months, so I got to be orazy that long anyhow, just to bust even.” Young Mr. Watts-Wright looked at Mr. Fraley searchingly. Then he perused the card in his hand: “Insitute of Mental Hygiene and Naturo- path Therapeutics. Adolph Freihut, M.D., “T’m ‘chores in no time. Ph.D.,” he mused. “Say, Fraley, I don’t mind tellin’ you I’d like to get in there!” “Hop in,’ commented Mr. Fraley, tapping his trowel on his foot. ‘Doc’ll have you doin’ I’m a ward patient, and a young man with money like you would be in the cottage bunch, but you’d have to go out and hoe garden truck. That’s this cel- ebrated nature-cure of hisn.”’ “‘He’s ruined this little old village,’ went on young Mr. Watts-Wright. “Arden would be one of the niftiest Summer resorts in the State if it wasn’t known from New York to San Francisco as the home of Frei- hut’s bug colony. No wonder folks hate him; there ought to be a big hotel right here on my property with mineral springs and river-views, but what can you do? Say, if you mention anywhere that you live at Ar- den, people begin to grin and make funny cracks. I been away six years and now, when I come home, I find Doc’s grabbed everything.” “*The: great bammy heart o’ Nature,’ says Doc, ‘and useful labor; peace in y’r soul and blisters on y’r hands’ll take the kinks out of any nut.’ So he keeps on buyin’ real estate and gets it all improved free, gratis f’r nothin’, and swell bugs are clamorin’ to pay him f’r the chance.” “Say, don® any of ’em ever yell?” in- quired J. Watts-Wright suddenly. 6V ell?” _Yes—yip and ki-yi foolishly?” . “One yip,” asserted Mr. Fraley- emphatic- ally, “‘and Doc packs ’em off home. And I20 ¢ a Gomicbooks: (E@)