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10 T. dfoepH C. ILincoIn Atnion rf "Can Eri TAruNtrts ofthf Tide Copyficmr tsor A iD' wd 4j Co ipw iLLVsrRATtom nr T.D.NtiMix SYNOPSI3. CTTAPTnn I Mr Solomon I'rntt began comical narration of (lory, Introducing wall to-Jo Nathan Scudder or his town, nd Edward Van llrunt and Martin Hartley, two rich Now Yorkers seeking rest. Because of Ktter palr'u lavish ex penditure of money. Pratt's first linpros lon was connected with lunatics. CHAPTRH II Tho arrival of Jnmcs Hopper. Van Brunt's valet, gave Pratt the desired Information about the Now Yorkers. Thev wished to live whA I hey termed "The Natural Life." Van Brunt. It was learned, wa the successful suitor for ih hand of Miss Antics Vazs, who eave Hartley up. CHAPTKIt III Sol Pratt was engaged as cook und the patty decided to spend July Fourth In Hastv.ieh. CHAPTER IV -Thev took lunch at Kastwlch, Van llrunt, IlartKy, l'ratt and Hopper, attending". CHAPTER V.-At Fourth of July cele bratlon, Hartley rescued a bov, known ni "ltcddy," from under a home's feet and tho urchin pro,'-j to h" one of Miss Page's l.nrKt-F. w.'.om alio had taken to the country for an outing. MIrh Parte nnd Hartley were separated durlns a fierce storm, which followed the picnic. Out saltlnn; later, Van llrunt, Hartley, l'ratt and Hopper were wrecked In a squall. CHAPTK11 VI -Feareh fcr them re vealed an Island upon which they wero found. Van l.runt rented It and cilled It Oione Island. CHAPTm VII. -They lived on the Island and Own'T Keudcler brought ridic ulous presents, as a token of cratltudu CHAPTER VIII -Innocently Hartley nnd Hopper In search for clams robbed a private, "quabnugh " Lute at nlifht their Island homo nm dlstuibed """d '" CHAPTI1R IX Hopper wai found In f rlftht ut what he Mippo'ed was Kliost nnd he Immediately tendered h'3 reslR nntlon. In chart; of a company of New York poor children Miss Tnlford and Mlu Page visited Qjone Island. CHAPTER X. In another storm Van Brunt sn5 Hartley narrowly escaped ho ling wrecked, having aboard chickens, plKS, etc., with which they were to start a farm CHAPTER XT. KnreStn Bparrow, a country girl, was engaged n a cook and Van Brunt snd Hartley paid a visit to her father, who for years had been claiming consumption as a excuse for not work ing. CHAPTER XII Tpon anoth'r Islsnd visit hy Miss page. Ktireka dlairno-d Hartley's ease as one of love for Ajjnes. CHAPTER XIII -At a lawn fet, Van Brunt shocked the chureh community by raffling a quilt for the church's benefit. Hartley Invented a plan to make Wash ington Bparrow work. 1 CHAPTER XIV. 'The Best Laid Plan3." Wo left the Island early next day. I rowed to the main and anchored tho skiff. Then me and Hartley walked, op to the Neck road. I didn't ask no questions. Ho could speak first or be till I'd had my dose. Nobody can call me nosey. He did speak first. "Well, skipper?" lie says, finally. "Well, Mr. Hartley," pays I. places nnd go to school. Every one Is willing to help the family, but they won't keep the old rascal. It haa Worked out beautifully." "Hold on a minute," says I. "It'n ell right, as a clam, nut Eureka won't let her dad suffer even though eht! knows there ain't nothing really the matter with him. And who's going to pay all tho young ones' board? Sho can't." "I'll attend to thnt," says he, Im patient. "It Isn't enough to signify. And It will he nil settled before Eu reka knows It. The old man will take the job." "I'll bet a cooky be don't," I says. "Hut It'll make him scratch gravel one way or 'nothrr. Bully for you. Mr. Hartley! I'm glad I'm along to see tho fun." "The fun was last night," says ho. "Caesar! how he did cougIi and groan. And then swear! Hut here's tho rest of the crowd." They were waiting for us on tho corner. Dr. Penrose was thorn, and Mr. Morton, and Cap'n nenljah Pound berry, chairman of neloetmen, and Scudder, and Petri T. Brown, manager of tho Old Hcmi house. They wns till laughing, and thinking the whole thing a big Joke "Mr. Hnrtle." says the doctor, "I wish you were to be a permanent resident. There arc a few more more cases of this kind I'd like to have you tackle." We walked on together the rest of tho way, laughing and talking. No body took the business serious at all. They nil thought Washy would go to work when he found 'twas either that or got out and hustle for a place to put his head in. We marched into the Sparrow yard like a Fourth of July parade. Hartley knocked at the kltchon door. Edltha opened it. Ts your father In'" asked tho Twin. "Yes, sir," says Edltha. "He's In. I s'pose you'd like to i-ee him, wouldn't you? Pa, here's Mr. Hartley." There was a groan from the dining room. Then some coughs, like a string of small earthquakes. Finally a dread- fill weak voice orders us to step right In. The rest of tho crowd went on ahead. I stopped for a Jiffy to speak to Edltha. "Where's the rest of the children?' I asks. "I sent 'em over to tho grocery store on ar errand," sho says. "I thought you'd bo along pretty soon. They took tho baby with 'em." "How's your dad been since ho heard tho news?" says I. "Oh, bo was going on terrible last ho r.ays. "Iook hero, Sparrow. TVo need a good htttiky mnn about your size nt tho hotol. We'll pay him ten dollars a week. I've offered you tho Job. Are you going to lake It?" "There nln't nothing In tho world 1 should lllie better, Mr. Ilrown. I liko to work, and " "All right, then. Oct your hat a.ntl como along." "Come along! Why, how you talk' If I was to stir out of this houso 'twould" 'Twas Scndder's turn. "You'll hftvo to stir mighty quick," pays he. "1 won't have no do-nothing tramps In a house oi mine. Elthor take this chance or out yon go next Saturday, bag and bagcage." "Why, Mr. Scudder! Why, Nate! How ran you talk no! Just for a, llttlo matter of rent. You don't need it. Ain't you been telling nio that you had a couple of soft rich folks over to Horsefoot liar that was paying you a good living and more, too, all by them selves. Don't you rctnembor you said" "Shut up!" 'Twas Scudder who got purple now. It looked to me like tho invnlld wns having all the fun. Ho scorned to be expecting something nnd playing for time. I guess Hartley thought so, too, for he says: "That's enough of this. It's plain that he doesn't Intend to nreept. Mr. Scudder, you have given him formal notice. Come on." Then Washy broke down. IIo sniffed and half cried and wauled to know things. The work would kill him in a day or so. of course, but ho didn't mind that. When be thought of his poor fatherless children "The children will bn provided for," says Martin. "I lold you that. Mr. Morton will rare for Edltha and tho baby." "Mr. Morton? Morton? Seems to me I've heard that name afore. Ain't he the gambler? The one that como near being run out of town for stenllng n, bedtpitlt from tho poorhouse, or 1 :hWM "Why don't you ask me what my nRht. Had nerve spells and nred tho EChemo is' Aren't yon curious?" "Scheme?" says I. "Scheme? I ain't much of a schemer, myself. Nice weather we're having, ain't it?" He laughed. "Sol," says hn. "I like you. You're tho right sort you and Scudder." Drat htm! Why did he want to spoil it all by that last? "VIrtuo must be Us own reward, then, far's I'm concerned." I says, pret ty average dry. "1 don't seem to be gottlng no other kind Pity me and Kate couldn't divide the substantiate more equal." His face clouded right up. "Money!" ho says, disgusted, kicking a stick out of his way "Don't you for one minuto believe that money means happiness." "All right," I says. "I ain't contra dicting you. You've had morn ex perience with it than I have. Some times it seems as If I could manage to boar up under a couple of thousand or so without shedding niore'n a buck et of tears; but I'm open to convic tion like the feller that said he stole the horse, but they'd got to show proof enough to satisfy him." 'Twas soma minutes aforo he come ut of his bluo fit. Then he says: "The schemo is this: I determined to see what could be done to make things easier for tho Sparrow girl. The only solution seemed to bo the cetting rid of papa." "If you'd watted long enough," I 'ays, "maybe his consumptive dys ipepsy would have saved you the trouble." "I wish I had your faith," says ho. "You have. The same kind. Washy's Is different. His doctrine la faith with out work. Go on." "So I tried to think of somo way to bring It about. When you told mo that Scudder owned the Sparrow place I saw my chance. Scudder and I consulted. He was willing to lose hie tenants provided lie didn't lose the rent. The rent was nothing; 1 promised to make that good until out season here wns over and Eureka could return homo. Hut 1 made It clear that when she did return homo her father mustn't return with her. H must bo provided for somewhere else. Then wo saw tho doctor and Morton tho minister. Morton was nomewhat prejudiced, owing to Van's raffle, but he's a pretty decent fellow and seemed to think what lie called a good action on my part might offset oven a brdqullt gamblo. So botween us wo fixed It up. " "Old Sparrow Is ofTerod a Job as general shovelor and brick carrier over there at tho hotel. They'ro build ing a new addition, you know. Brown, the manager, said he'd take him on, J as a favor to me. Hn has been offered the place. If ho doesn't accept, why, out he goes. Scudder has told him he can't atay In his bouse any longer. You should have seen him when wo broke the news last night." "B'poee he don't accept," I asks. "What about tho children?" "Thoy'll he looked out for. Lycurgus will board at Qcudder's. Eureka will tay with us. Edltha nnd the baby will be roomed and fed by the minister. The others are to have good boarding; "I've Heard Enough," She Says, Cold as Ice. chairs around and carried on so wo was all scared Hut ho wenl out about nine o'clock with a letter he'd wrote, and this morning he poems better Say, Mr. Pratt," she whispers, eager, "Is it true that me and Dewey are go ing to live with the minister's folks?" "Maybe so," says I. "Why?" "Oh! I hope so," she says. "Then I could go to school, and pa wouldn't bo 'round to Jaw us, and Ueky'd have a llttlo rest. She does need It so. 1 Think of a 12-year-old young one talking like that. Hut the children was all grown-ups In that family. I I went into the dining room. Tho ' delegation was gathered on one side of thc'table and Washy was crumpled j up In his rocker on the other. He I looked some scared. "Well, Mr. Sparrow," Hartley was beginning when I come In, "have you ! made up your mind about the position which this gentleman has been kind enough to offer you?" He pointed to Brown as he said it. "Hoy?" asks the Invalid, feeble. Martin said it all over again, he had to stop In the middle so's to give tho candidate for tho Job a chance to cough and turn loose a few groans. And all that Washy said when the Twin had finished wns another "Hey?" Hartley begun to lose patience. "You heard what I said," he snaps, sharp. "Havo you made up your mind?" "Don't get mad, Mr. Hartley," pleads the sufferer, sad and earnest. "Please don't. My nerves Is dreadful weak this morning and I ain't able to stand it. I'vo had coughing spells ever since I got out of bed. Well, I won't havo to linger here much longer. Pretty soon I'll bo laid away, and" "Hare you made up your mind?" Interrupts Martin. "Answer quick. The time of these gentlemen Is valu able." "Don't, Mr, Hartley. Please don't. How can you cruellzo a poor feller thin way? Don't you know that any kind of stir and rumpus is the worst thing for me? Any doctor'll loll you that" "Hosh!" 'Twas Dr. Penrose that said It. and ho stepped forward. "nosh!" says he again. "What's that? Why. If It nln't my old friend the doctor! I never noticed ymi was there. I'm nwful glad to Bee you. Doc. Seems Just like old times. You'll excuse my not getting up, won't you? I'vo wasted away so slnco you wns here that " "Bosh!" says tho doctor again "You'ro fatter than over. There's nothing In the world tho matter with you but pure downright dog laziness. Don't cough on my account. I don't caro to hear it." Washy looked at him as reproachful and goody-goody as a saint. "I forgive you (or thera words, doc tor," says he. " I reallzo I ain't been ablo to pay my bill to you, and so I can make allowances. "Allowances! Why, you confounded Impudent loafer! I've a good mind to" He was numle in the face. Pater Brown caught bis arm. "Ain't this a little oft the subjectr something like that? Is he the man to trust with innocent little children?" There It was again. The ralnlstor wns red as a beet and stammering about "imnertlnenco" and "black- j guardism." I thought he'd lick that I consumptive right then and there. It took another five minutes to calm him down. And so far we hadn't gained an I inch. I And just then a horse nnd buggy come rnttllng Into the yard. Tho i horso was all ovor lather, like he'd I been drove hard, and the buggy was whlto with dust. Everybody looked out of the window. Sparrow looked and his face brightened up I cal'lato 'twas exactly what he had been hoping ! and waiting for. Martin Hartley looked , and his eyes find mouth opened. So did mine. I 'Twas Lord James that was driving the buggy, and thero was a young I woman with him. The young woman waB Agnes Pago. Agnes Jumped from tho stop and run to tho kitchen door. In spite of the dust and her clothes being rumpled and her hat shook over to one side sho was as pretty as a picture. The next minuto she was In tho room, staring solemn at all us men. And her eyes seemed to look right through a feller. 'Why, Agnes Mtss Page!" ex claimed Hartley. "Why are you here? Vhat's the matter?" Sho didn't answor him. Just turned to Washy. And says she: "Am I In time, Mr. Sparrow? I didn't get your letter until nearly nine, be cause James was delayed at tho of fice. But I hurried right over. I wns so afraid I would be too late. Am I? The invalid looked at her. And, If he'd been the picture of misery nfore, he was a whole panorama of It now. Ho coughed aforo he answered. Sho shlverod, kind of, at that cough, and I don't wonder. U ever there was a graveyard quiok-step, Washy Spar row's eough wns It. "No, ma'am," says he. "I guess not, but I don't know. The shock of It, and and all, has pretty nigh finished mo up, I'm afraid. I don't cal'lnte I'll pull through, but I may. Let's hopo for tho best, anyhow. But, ma'am, If you'd beard the thlngH that's been said to met" Sho whirled around on us and her eyes flashed chain lightning. 'Ain't you ashamed? sho says, "Great strong men, every one of you, and nil banded together to torture a poor helplesB invalid." A feller's consclenco Is the biggest fool part of hlB Instdes. Now 1 knew that what wo'd been doing was exactly tho right thing to do, but I felt as mean and small as if I'd been caught stealing eggs. I kind of shriveled up as you might say, and tried to acrouge back into the corner. Maybe I'd havo got there, only tho rest of tho crowd was trying to do tho same thing. All but Hartloy. He was a lot sot baok, but ho spoke up prompt. "Miss Page," said he, "I'm sure you don't undorBtand. We " She was back at him afore ho'd be gun. "I think that la oxactlr what I do understand," sho says, "At any rato, I mean to understand thoroughly, Mr. Sparrow, what have thoy satd to you?" Wooby cleared his throat. When he answered 'twas In a sort of begpnrdon voice. You could see how hn hated to spoak 111 of anybody, Ho wouldn't hurt nobody's feelings for tho world. Ules hltn! he was n cute shyster, If over thero was one. "It's like I wrote you, ma'am," says ho. "They've offered mo plnco to go to work, and I've been awful tempted to take It. I want to tnko It. My land! how I want to! But I don't feel able to dig collars. I wouldn't last nt it moro'n a few dayn and thon what would become of my fathorless chil dren with nobody to look nftor 'em? And because I think of these things nnd can't bring myself trj to passing away from 'em so soon, I'm going to bo put out of my houso and home. My little homo, that I've thought so much of" lie lino to stop and wipe nis nyen. Agnes' eyes wero wet, too, and her feet, piloted the floor. "But why?" says she. "Why?" "I don't know that Is, for nitro, ma'am. You sec I ain't been nblo to earn nothing for some time. Eureka, poor girl, she'll had to look out for us nil. And I b'llevo tho doctor thero, hts bill nln't been all paid; nnd we owo Mr. Scudder some rent; and I s'posc likely Eureka would bo able to glvo more of her time to the Island work, and maybe for loss pay, If " "I see." snyB Miss Page, scornful. "I pee. And so, for a few dollars you nro to be turned out of your home. You, a poor sick man! Oh! I can hardly be lieve there are such people In the world. And yet, I havo had somo ex perience." She flashed a look at Martin as sho Bald It. He turned white under his sunburn. "Miss Pa5e," he said, "you do not understand. I must insist that you hear our reasons for this proceeding." "It is not necessary," sho says, cold as Ice. "I havo heard enough." The minister plucked up spunk to speak. Hut she mapped hlra up short as pie crust. Then 1 tried It nnd got my medicine. "Mr. Sparrow," says she, "let them do their worst. Tho children shall como to my school. As for you. I moan to " Then she turns to mo. "Does Mr. Van Hrunt know of this?" she asks. Course I couldn't say nothing but I believed he didn't. "Thank goodness!" she says. And just then who should walk In hut Van himself. "Hollo!" says he, surprised. "Eu reka told me you were at the village, Martin, so Lyeurgus rowed me across. One of tho children snid you wero here. What Is this, a surprise party? And Agnes, too! Am I too lato for tho refreshments?" He smiled, but nobody rise did. "Edward," says the Page girl, "will yon do a great favor for me?" "Yours to command, of course," ho answers, puzzled. "Will you find a boarding plnce for Mr. Sparrow?" "Who? Eureka's father? Why, certainly. What's the trouble? Is It time for the Sparrows to nest again? He can come over to the Island with us. There's plenty of room. Hey, Martin?" "Never mind your friend, please," says Miss Page. "If he comes will you protect him nnd treat him kindly? Thank you. Then that is settled. Gen tlemen, I believe there Is no necessity for your further Inconveniencing your solves. Your several bills will be paid." I looked at the doctor and he looked at Poundborry. The minister and Brown nnd Scudder looked at each other. Maybe It seems queer that we I didn't speak up and niko her hear I .. . .. ! t. J i our s ae mo ncni sine, n urns seem strange now, I'm free to say, but, as for mo, I couldn't have faced her then no more than the boy with tho Jam 'round his mouth could face his ma. Hartley was the only plucky one. He says, swallowing once, as If he was gulping down his pride, "Mtss Page," says he, "you are treating mo most unfair. To Judge without a hear ing Is not She held up her hand. There was a kid glovo on It, and even then I noticed how well that glove fitted. "Mr. Pratt," she says to me, "I want to ask you one question Who Is re sponsible for this? Whose Idea was It?" I hemmed and hawed The other fellers might not have meant to do It, but somehow their eyes all swung round to Hartloy I see," she says. "I thought as much. Thero Is a proverb, I believe, concerning what Is bred In the bone. Thank heaven, to mo there are some things In this world which outweigh my personal convenience and money. You needn't answer, Mr Pratt. Ho pays your salary, I believe.'; My, but she said It bitter and scorn ful. Hartley was whHto afore, but now he was like chalk He oowed to her, stuck his chin Into the air and marched out of that house as proud and chilly n a walklnc Icicle. Tho rest of ub, all but Van and Agnes, trailed along astorh, like a parcel of kicked dogs. Washy sung out to nv as wo went: "Good day, gentlemen,' he says; "I hopo you'll como and see mo some times while I'm ovur to Horsefoot. I forgive you freo and clenr I haven't no doubt you meant for he best." Tho doctor and tho rest was bravo enough when we was out of Agues Page's sight and hoarlnR They was talking big about what they'd do to Sparrow when they had a chance. But I noticed none of 'em said much to Hartley. He marched ahead, stiff and white and glum. Peter Brown's last word to mo was this; "Pratt," sftys ho, "If you see tt n0'8 In the sand anywheres 'tween horo and tho bcaoh, mark my name around It, will you? Tho way 1 fool now I'd like to craw! Into it and pull lt a,ter me. One about the size of a ten-cent piece would do, and even then I guess tbore'd be room and to spare for the rest of this gang." When I got down to tho skiff Van comes running to catch up. Ho caught mo by the arm and hauled rn to on0 side. "Skipper," bays ho, "wrist the dovll's tho matter?" I told him In as few words as I could, He roared. "That'.t right," ho says. "I'll fix that." He went over to his 'hum slapped him on i.m iiacu. "Brsco up, old man," he sayn; "It's a mlstnko, nnd A mighty good Joko on you, Isn't It? Of course I'll squaro you with Ague?." Hartley turned on him bo quick that he Jumped. "If you please," says Martin, cutting and clear as a rnor, "you will porhnps bo good enough to mind your own business. If you mention one word concerning me to that lady you and I part company. Is that thoroughly plain?" 'Twas tho first tlmo I'd ever heard thorn two have a hard word. Tho trip to Ozono Island was as Joyful as a funeral. CHAPTER XV. The White Plague. The fat wns all In tho fire. Hart ley's great scheme that ho thought was going to help Eureka, nnd that I cal'lnted would lie one more big boost for him In the Puge girl's eyes, had gono to pot to see the kettle bllo. In stead of getting rid of Papa Sparrow, It had fetched that old hypocrite right ovor to eat and sleep and groan under our very noses. And, Instead of helping Martin's love business, It had knocked tho keel right out of It nnd left him stranded with a bigger reputation thnn over for cold-blooded, mercenary money-grabbing. Sweet mess, wa'n't It? I snum, I did hate to tell Eureka! And yet of course she was bound to find It out for herself. When she went home that night, thinks I: "I'll cntch It to-morrow morning." And, suro enough, next, morning she was lnylng for mo. Sho come out to the garden, where I was trylug to fool myself Into hnnlnr thnt oiv ItlphnC Clf ZrOOn StrlntT. with a leaf or two hung along It, might ! In her glory. Sho read when she got him she illoii i nu.i.itin Martin to shock tho community and public opin ion? Sho wanted to know that and other things similar. He read a llttlo of the letter to Hartley and that's how I heard lt. I'd have hoard moro, prob ably, only Hartloy got up nnd walkod off. And he was blue as a whetstono for tho 'rest of the day. I guess tho Tnlford girl wn'n't quite so shocked. Anyhow tno and Van met her up In tho vlllago onn nftornoon and sbo wanted to know all about the race. "I should like to have seen that old Mr. Pntterson," Rays she. "Ho Is al ways so very solemn and pompous. It must have boen kllllngly funny." Vnn told her tho yarn, trimming It up fine as usual, and they laughed and had lots of fun over It. Ho wont around with her shopping all tho aft ernoon nnd I was forgot altogether. I didn't mind. I don't hanker for famousness, and the way the small boys followed Van Brunt around and pointed at him nnd snickered was too populnr altogether I cnl'late he'd been preached up to them young ones as n horrible example till they envied him 'most as much as If ho was a pirate. Ozone Island was chock full of secrets and whisperings by this time Vnn kept up his llttlo side talk nnd backyard confabs with Scudder; and Hartley seemed to have caught the dlsoase. I sen him and Nate looking mysterious nt each other and moot Ing together In out of the way places time and time again. And tho mall was getting heavier and thore was half burned telegram envelopes In tho stovo aches more'n once. But no body ovor mentioned getting a tele gram. There wns so much reading matter round the place now that Eureka was bear a cucumber somo day, and down she sols In tho heap of dry seaweed by the pig pen. "Now, then," says she, sharp, "I want to know nil about It." "Oh!" says I, looking Innocent nt the cucumber strlug; "I ain't give up hope, by no mannor of means. If tho loam don't blow off, and I'm able to lug water enough, we'll havo as much as one Jar of two-Inch pickles off this plantation by tho time the Heavenlles aro ready to quit." "Humph!" sho sniffs. "You ought to plcklo that understanding of yours. It's too fresh and green to keep long, i about a spoonful of and then said breakfast, with a hook propped up on the kitchen table. She read when sho dusted, holding the dust cloth In one hand s'nd a magazine In t'other. Sho read when sho ate. Sbo went upstairs at night rending; and 1 wouldn't won der If she read In her sleep. Washy had been pretty decent, for him, for the first week after he landed in his new quarters. But his decency didn't last long. Ho begun to fuss and done you no good Fre3h air night and day Is what's needed, and you don't get It hero by tho stove, or shut up In your room. You ought to llvo out door. Yes, and sloop thor, too." "Sleop out door? What kind of tnllt 1b that? Be you crazy or ' "Don't screech no, pa," says Eureka, cold as nn Ico chest. "Folks over on the main will think this place Is on fire. Listen to this. Here's a plcco about consumption In this magazine. Thoy call It the 'White Plague.' I'll rend somo of It." The Heavenlles was In a broad grin by this time, Washy kept yelling that he didn't want to hear no such fool ishness, but hts daughter spelt out different parts of the magazine piece. It told nbout how dangerous shut-Up rooms nnd "confined ntraospheres" was, nnd about whnt lt called "open sir sanitariums" and outdoor bed rooms. "See. pa," says she; "look nt this picture. Here's a tent where two con sumptive folks lived and slept for over n year. 'Twas .10 below zero thero Bometlmes, but It cured 'em. And see this one. 'Twas 4fi below where that shanty was, but" The Invalid Jumped out of hts chair nnd come bolting Into the dining room. "Take lt away!" he yells, frantic. "If you expert me to believe such lies as them you're " "They ain't lies," says Eureka, fol lowing htm up, and speaking calm and easy. "They're true; ain't they, Mr. Van Brunt?" Vnn smotsered his grins and nodded. "True as gospel," he says. "Yes, course they be. And pa, I'm going to cure you or die a-trylng. Tho old toolhouse out back of tho barn Is Just the place for you. It's full of holes and cracks, so there'll be plenty of fresh air. And I took the sofy out there this very day. You can sleep there nights and set in the sun day times. You mustn't come In tho houso at all. I mean to keep you outdoor all winter, and then " Tho Heavenlles Just howled and so did I. Washy Sparrow howled, too, but not from laushlng. "All winter!" he screams. "Tho gal's gone loony' She wants to kill find fault and groan and growl. Mlsr. ! me and get me out of the way. I i i Pago sent him nice things to eat and ho always ato 'em every speck him j self and medicine, which he took out In this sun. Now you look mo In tho eye and tell me all about It." "About what?" I asks, not looking at her, however. "About the doings at our house yes terday. Why is pa coming over here to live? And what makes Mr. Hartley so blue and cross? And how come that Agnes Page to be mixed up In our nf fairs? Out with It. It's my family business, and I want to know." So I had to tell her. Sho was pretty mad, and mighty sarcastic. "I thought bo," sho Bnaps. "Didn't you know no better than that? Didn't you know that a girl who's as far gone with charity as Miss Page Is would bo sure to go and see pa and want to do for him? I've found out that she's boon giving him money for medicine and things for over a week. Why, a I sentimental city woman Is pa's best j holt; he can tie 'em in bow knots ; round hla finger. I s'pose you thought you could fetch Hartley and his girl together all by yourself. Well, you've ' done a good Job. Now I've got to bo- gin It all over again." "It ain't no use now," I rays. "She's j down on him for good." j "Ituhblsh! Don't talk so foolish. It'll bo my turn next, and my plans I won't go backside frontwards, like a i crab. And I've got to fix pa, too. I've , been working out a notion about him for two or three days. I guess it's 1 time to bo starting it a-golng." I Sho wouldn't tell mo what the no tion was. 'Twas her turn to have secrets. She seemed pleased to havo Edltha and the children go over .to tho Fresh Atr school, because there they could be studying their, lessons with somebody to look after 'em. She liked the idea of Lycurgus" hiring out to Nate Scudder, too, though she did say that she guessed he wouldn't wear out his pants' pockets carting his wages around. Next day she stayed at home and shut up the house, and that night she and Washy como to the Island to stay all the time. They had rooms In tho back part of tho house, three flights up, and Scudder sold the Twins bed ding and truck enough to moro than make up for losing the rent of the Sparrow house. Van put tho wax wreath and Marcellus' picture and tho rest of Nate's "presents" up in tho Invalid's room. He said he thought they was kind of appropriate. Washy didn't mind, He said they was lovely and made him think of his "futuro state." 'Cording to my notion tho cook stove would have been better for that. Martin and his chum was pretty cool to each other for a while, hut they soon got over it. Hartley was differ ent, though, from what ho'd been nfore. He was moro reckless and his "don't caro" manner was back again; only, now that his health was so good, it showed In other ways, Tho two of 'em took to ratslng the very Old Boy. Thoy must be up to something all tho time. The Island wa'n't big enough to hold 'em and they wns crowded over Into tho village, so to speak. They got mixed up with somo of the men boarders at the hotel nni 'twas "Whoop!" nnd "Hooray!" all tho time. They and the hoarders got horses out of the livery stable and had races right through tho main street: going It llcketty-cut and scandalizing the neighbors and scaring old women Into conniption fits. Deacon Patterson had a new horse and tho deacon happened to be sotting In his buggy in front of tho Boston dry goods and variety store when tho racorB weut by. Tho racket scared the critter and ho bolted, and thore was the deacon going: down the road In the middle of the race, hoi- lormg "Whoa!" to beat the cars, with his hat off and his hair a-flylng. Iots of the sewing circle women saw hlra and 'twas town talk, for weeks. The deacon was going to have the Twins took up and sent to Jail, but he didn't. Ho prayed for 'em In meeting Instead. Van Brunt got another letter from Agnes pretty quick after thn rn She'd heard about It and she giro vvuy was it necessary for him fits. 'twa'n't helping him noue and give lt up. He yelled for Eureka every few minutes and she'd have to drop her work and run and wait on him. Ho , was a pesky outrage and everybody hated him, Including Van, who said that he was a common nuisance and If , 'twa'n't for his promise to Agnes he'd I abate hltn with a shot-gun. One day Eureka comer, out on the porch where the Heavenlles was set ting, and says she: "Mr. Van Brunt, would you and Mr. Hartley be willing for me to cure pa?" "Cure him?" asks Van, surprised. "Cure him? Yes, Indeed. Or kill him, either," he adds, under his breath. Hartley didn't say nothing. He never spoke to old man Sparrow now nor of hltn, far's thnt went. "All right," Eureka says. "Thank you." "What's tho cook got up her sleeve concerning the afTllctcd parent?" asks Van of me. "I don't know," says I. And I didn't. Thnt nfternoon Eureka got mo to help her lug the haircloth lounge from the front parlor out to the spare shed the one we didn't use. 'Twas a little ten by six bull.-llcs thnt Marcellus had tor a tnolhouse, and th5 shingles was falling off and tho roof and sides full of cracks nnd knotholes. We set the I lounge down in thore. 'What on earth?" sr.ys I. 'I'm going to tell you," says sho. "Mr. Hartley said I could nave tno lounge." Then Bh told what her plan was. Twas a mighty good one, and I promised to help along. I laughed over It till supper time. That evening wo was all In the din ing room. The weather had cliangeu lately and the nl:?hts was chilly ana windy. 'Twa'n't pleasant enough for tho Twins to be on the porch, and Washy had come down from hi room and was all hunched up In front of tho stove In the kitchen. Eureka was jiiBt finishing the dishes. All of a sud den I heard her say: "Pa, I don't s'pose you feel well enough to go to work?" I could hear her dad's feet come down off the stove hearth with a thump. Ho stnrted to speak, and then, remembering himself, he coughed, as hollow as an empty bllrr. "I asked," Eureka goes on, "because I saw Mr. Brown yesterday and he said you could have that Job at the hotel any time you wanted It." "Hotel job!" hollers Washy. "How long do you cnl'late I'd Inst lugging bricks and digging? Ain't you satis lied to see me slipping into the grave day by day, without wanting to shove mo under all at once?" "No, I knew you wa'n't fit to work. But pa, I've been hoping to find a way to cure you some day, and now I've learned the way. And I'm going to try lt." Washy roughed again. I was listen ing with all my oars, and I son tho Twins doing tho same. "Curo? Humph!" sniffs the old man. "I'm past curing, darter. Don't you wnrrv nhout me. Let mo die, that's all: let mo die. Only I hopo 'twoti't be loo slow. Cure! The doctors give mo up long spoil ago." "DoctorB Klve you up! What doc tors? Nobody but Penrose, and you've satd moro'n a thousand times that ho wa'n't no doctor. I've been roadlng up lately and I know how real doc tors cure folks." "It ain't no use" begins her dad She cut him short. "Your caBe Is kind of mlxed-up, pa," says she, "I'm free to say, owing to your consumption being complicated with nervous dyspopsy. But I've made up my mind to start in on your lungs and kind of work 'round to your stom ach. You listen to this;" She come In the dining room and took a magazine out of the chest of drawers. Then the opened to a place where the leaf was ttjrned down, and went back to the kitchen. "Consumption, pa," she says, "ain't cured by medicine no more. Not by the real doctors, It ain't. Yon say your self that nil Hiss Pago's medicine alnt sha'n't stir one step. You hear mc? Not one step!" "This piece say3 that many patients act that way first along. 'In such casea lt Is often necessary to use force.' Mr. Pratt, "til you take pa out to the tool shed? I'll CRrry the lamp." Would I? I was achlns for the chance to get my hands on the llttlo rat. I stood up and squared my shoulders. "Mr. Van Brunt," yells Washy, dodging Into the corner, "be you going to set by and see me murdered? Didn't you swear your Bible oath to treat me kind?" 'There couldn't be nothing kinder than curing you, pa," says Eureka. "It's all right, ain't lt, Mr. Van Brunt"" Van didn't answer for a second. Then ho says, like he'd decided: "Yes, It's dead right. Go ahead and cure him, for heaven's sake. If you can! I'll back you up and take my chances." "My nerves " begins Washy. "Nerves," says Eureka, "come from tho stomach. I'll 'tond to them later. We'll cure your lungs first. Mr. Pratt, fetch him along." I got my fingers on tho back of that consumptive's neck. He fought and hung back. Then I grabbed hlra by the waist-band with t'other hand. He moved thon, "walking Spanish, like the boy in the schoolyard. Eureka opened the door. "Nobody can say, says she, emphatic, tnat l let my pa die of consumption without trying to cure him. Come along, Mr. Pratt." "Hcmembcr, Mr. Sparrow," says Vnn, busting with laugh, "it's all for your good." We went out and across the-yard and round hack of the barn. Tha Twins come to the door to see us off. I could hear 'em laughtng even after we was out of sight. Eureka shaded "He Moved Then," Walking Spanish. tho lamp with hr apron. When we got to tho shed thera was a bran-new padlock on the door of It. "I put It on this afternoon," says she. "I'm pretty hnndy at fixing' things up," We went Into tap shed and she put the lamp on the floor In the corner. "I guess maybe Mr. Pratt'll stay till you get undressed, pa," sho says. "You tell him the rest. Mr. Pratt. Good-night." Sho wont out nnd shut the door. The patient set down on tho lounge and looked at tho cracks In the walls. Tho wind off the bay was singing through 'em and thero was a steady hailstorm of sand coming with it. If frosh air was physic, Sparrow was cer tain to be a well man. "Get undressed," Bays I. "Hurry up," "I'll freeze to death," says he, shiv ering. "No you won't. Not in August. Maybe, later on, In Deccmbor, 'twill be different. But, anyhow, freezing's a quick death, so thoy say, and I've heard you hankering to dlo quick ever slnoe I knew you, Get Into bed," He took off his coat and vest and camped out on ,ho lounge. There was plenty of bed clothes. I took up tha lamp, Then I looked ai him.