also against the law to be ill on Sunday, whereupon he became stern, even minatory, and we quietly departed before he bad time to look up the ordinance in Iris little book and find it was his duty to lock us up. Further wandering brought us to a place that looked like a cross between a barber shop without the barbers and a grocery store without groceries, but which we were
assured by vastly interested bystanders was a pharmacy; being open, it was evidently operated by a humanitarian in defiance of the statute.
Paregoric is a word that ought to be in all the phrase books; nor is it included in the curriculum of the Berlitz School of Languages—the only defect I have ever noted in that admirable system. The lluid dispensed over that strange bare counter
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(From the water color sketch by H. Van Buren Magonigle)