The Junior Four met again on Wednesday after morning school. The thaw
had passed and the winter world was frozen hard again. Icicles hung
from the gutters and the porches and even now, in the middle of the
day, only an occasional drop pattered down under the faint ardor of the
sun. In the harness room it was particularly cold. The sunlight created
a little warmth by the window and Kid thoughtfully suggested to Lanny
that it might be well if he changed places with Small.
“Let him have the sun on his back, Lanny. You don’t mind, do you? Go
on, Small, sit over there; it’s warmer.”
So Small, by this time convinced that he was an object of pity and
interest, took the upturned feed-pail with a sigh and coughed a hollow
cough. Kid viewed him anxiously.
“I don’t like the sound of that, Small,” he observed, with a shake of
his head. “Does it still hurt you?”
“Not much,” Small replied with an air of Christian fortitude. “Just
a little here sometimes.” He laid a mittened hand on his chest. Kid
nodded understandingly. It was evident to the rest that in spite
of Small’s attempted cheerfulness he was suffering. Nan was deeply
affected and was for throwing her ulster about his shoulders. But Small
gallantly refused and Bert, remembering seeing a carriage robe in the
Doctor’s buggy, fetched it and drew it solicitously about Small’s
pathetic form. Small declared that he was quite warm and the meeting
got down to business. The president requested information as to the
present condition of the fund. Lanny reported fifty cents, Small a
quarter, Nan thirty-five cents, Kid nothing and Bert himself a dollar.
“Two dollars and ten cents,” said Nan delightedly. “Why, it won’t take
us any time at all to get the money, will it?”
“How much is the mug going to cost?” Lanny inquired.
“We don’t know that,” Bert said. “We’ve got to approve the design first
and then send it to someone who makes such things.”
“I move that the design submitted by Small be approved and accepted,”
said Lanny.
“Second the motion,” said Kid. Small looked across at him gratefully.
“It is moved and seconded,” announced Bert, “that the design be
accepted. All in favor will signify it by saying Aye.”
There was a small chorus of Ayes.
“Contrary, No. It is a vote. Now the question is whether the cup is to
be made of silver or pewter.”
“That’ll depend on how much money we raise, won’t it?” asked Lanny. “I
think, though, it ought to be silver.”
“Of course it ought,” declared Nan. “We wouldn’t want to present a
pewter cup, would we?”
“The hockey cup is only pewter,” said Bert.
“I know, but we wouldn’t want to present anything to the school that
we’d be ashamed of,” responded Nan. “Besides, a silver one wouldn’t
cost more than ten or twelve dollars, would it, Bert?”
“I shouldn’t think so. It would depend on how big it was. How big had
you figured it to be, Small?”
Small shook his head. “I didn’t think about that. I guess it could be
any size.”
“About six inches high?” suggested Lanny.
“Eight would be better,” said Bert. “Let’s say eight, shall we? We can
get a――an estimate on it right away and then we’ll know how much money
we’ll need. How’s that ten dollar contribution of yours getting on,
Kid?”
“I’ll have it when you’re ready for it,” responded Kid calmly. “You can
count on that all right. If the rest of you fellows do half as well we
won’t have any trouble.”
“Kid, you never can get ten dollars,” said Nan reproachfully, “and you
know it. Why, how could you?”
“You leave it to me, Nan,” replied Kid with a swagger. “I’ve said I’d
get it. All you’ve got to do is to sit tight and wait. Pull that rug
around you, Small.”
“Well, somebody ought to send the drawing somewhere and find out how
much it’s going to be. I suppose that’s the secretary’s job, isn’t it?”
Kid viewed Lanny reproachfully. “I wasn’t elected corresponding
secretary,” he said. “I’m just plain secretary.”
“Yes, you’re plain enough, all right.”
“Of course it’s your place to do it,” said Bert. “Don’t be so lazy.
Here, you take the drawing and get busy. We ought to get an estimate
by this time next week surely.”
“But where’ll I send it?” demanded Kid. “I don’t know anyone who makes
silver cups.”
“Well, find out; ask someone. Mr. Crane can tell you, I guess.”
“Who’s going to pay for the postage stamp?” asked Kid.
“It will be paid for out of the fund, of course.”
“Oh, all right.” Kid looked about inquiringly. “Come across, someone.
Two cents, please.”
“Haven’t you got two cents?” asked Lanny disgustedly.
Kid cheerfully shook his head. “I have not. And if I had I wouldn’t
waste it on stamps.”
Bert supplied two pennies and Kid dropped them into his pocket. “You
see that you buy a stamp with them, though, and not candy,” admonished
Lanny. Kid grinned.
On Thursday a small package arrived by mail for Kid. The other fellows
evinced a good deal of curiosity regarding it, and Harold Cupples
asserted that he smelled candy. Kid declared that Harold was mistaken,
and was finally allowed to bear the package away. He was a little
bit disappointed in the size of it. He had unconsciously expected
it to arrive by express and be more of the dimensions of a packing
case. As Stanley was in the room, Kid bore the bundle downstairs to
the laboratory, which was empty at that hour, and opened it. First of
all there was a whole lot of advertising matter; a banner which when
unrolled was nearly a foot and a half long and proportionately wide, a
dozen circulars and an equal number of cards, all extolling the merits
of Tinkham’s Throat-Ease. The banner was enticingly colored in black
and red and its legend was: “Take a Tablet――Tinkham’s Throat-Ease Never
Fails――Cure That Cough Now.” The circulars contained many testimonials
which Kid postponed reading for the present. The cards held the picture
of a little black imp tickling the throat of an agonized gentleman
with a straw and the inscription: “Stop that Tickling! Use Tinkham’s
Throat-Ease! Fifty Tasty Tablets for Twenty-five Cents! All Druggists
Everywhere! If You Can’t Find Them Write to Us! Tinkham Chemical Co.,
Waterloo, Ill.”
The tablets were put up in little square pasteboard boxes, and in Kid’s
judgment lacked attractiveness. He pushed open one box and viewed the
contents. The tablets were very tiny, dark brown in color, and smelled
like a drug store. Selecting one, Kid tasted it tentatively. It was
distinctly unpleasant.
“All the better, though,” he reflected. “A fellow always thinks more of
a medicine that tastes ugly. Gee, those things ought to scare a cough
to death!”
He replaced the tablet in its box, carefully putting the damp side
down, and considered the advertising matter. The black and red banner
ought to be hung prominently somewhere, but where? Over the mantel in
the hall would be the best place, but he was sure that they wouldn’t
allow it to remain there. Why not in the gymnasium, then? Brilliant
idea!
Luckily it was possible to get to the gymnasium from the laboratory
without passing through the hall. Kid secured a tack and ascended the
stairs. The gymnasium was empty and it took but a moment to hang the
banner on the wall under the clock, reaching the place by climbing onto
the dumb-bell rack. Jumping down, he viewed it critically. It certainly
looked well there and added a much-needed note of color to the room.
Then he distributed a few circulars about and retired. He managed
to get the tablets up to his room without being seen by anyone, and
was relieved to find that Stanley had gone out, probably for hockey
practice. In fact, the sleeping floor seemed utterly deserted, and Kid
decided that he could have no better opportunity for disposing of his
cards. So he went from room to room and placed a card in plain sight on
every bureau, usually leaning it against a hair brush. That done, he
put six boxes of the tablets in his pocket and started out on the track
of his prey.
The hockey teams were hard at work on the rinks, and Small, Bert and
Lanny were watching the House players. Kid drew Small aside.
“You’d better button your coat up around your throat,” he advised him.
Small obeyed. “How are you feeling? Is the cough any better?” Small
coughed so that Kid might judge for himself. Evidently Kid found the
cough not at all reassuring, for he looked troubled. “Feet warm?” he
asked next. Small assured him that they were, likening their condition
to toast. As a matter of fact, since Small had been standing in the
snow for twenty minutes, his feet were decidedly cold and numb, but
he wasn’t going to acknowledge it for fear that Kid would bully him
into returning indoors. “Well, you’ll be all right now,” said Kid,
brightening. “They’ve come.” He slapped Small reassuringly on the back.
Small immediately went off into another fit of coughing. When he could
speak he demanded: “Who’s come?”
“The Tinkham’s Throat-Ease,” returned Kid triumphantly. “They came half
an hour ago.”
“Oh! Was that what was in the package you got?”
Kid assented. “They didn’t get here any too soon, either,” he said.
“That cough of yours is getting pretty bad, Small. Well, here you are.”
He pulled forth one of the boxes. “Take one tablet every half hour
until relieved.” Then he had a better idea. “The best way, though, is
to take one whenever you feel that you want to cough. Take plenty of
them. They won’t hurt you. They’re quite harmful.”
“What!”
“I mean harmless. Here you are.”
Small accepted the box and viewed the contents. Then he smelled of it
and made a face. “Gee, but they smell awful, don’t they?” he asked.
Kid nodded. “Sure. That’s the drugs in them. That’s what does the
business. Better take one now, Small.”
Small selected one of the little tablets, viewed it distastefully and
finally put it into his mouth. Kid watched interestedly. For a moment
Small gazed blankly across the rink. Then, with a gurgle of disgust he
spat the tablet into the snow.
“What are you doing?” cried Kid. “Don’t waste them like that!”
“Gee, they’re awful, Kid! I can’t eat those things! I――I’d rather have
the cough!”
“What did you think?” demanded Kid indignantly. “You don’t expect
medicine to taste like candy, do you?”
“No, but I don’t expect it to taste like that, either. Why, they’re the
worst things I ever put in my mouth. I’d rather go on coughing.” He
thrust the box back at Kid. Kid refused to see it.
“Yes, go on coughing and get pneumonia or something like that and die,”
he said disgustedly. “Don’t be a silly chump, Small. Why, those things
aren’t anything to what you may have to taste if you don’t cure that
cough! I wish you could taste the stuff they gave me when I had scarlet
fever last year! These things are fine compared with that, Small!”
“I’d rather take those licorice pastilles that――――”
“I dare say you would! But they won’t help you a bit. They just taste
good, that’s all. You might as well eat sweet chocolate or gum drops!
These things will cure you, don’t you see? Go on now, Small, be
sensible, can’t you? Try another one. Honest, after you’ve got used to
them you’ll like them awfully!”
“I don’t believe I need ’em,” muttered Small, viewing the box
doubtfully. “My cough’s a good deal better than it was, and――――”
“Better! It’s a whole lot worse, Small. I’ve been noticing it. You
think it’s better, I dare say, but that’s just one of the symptoms.
Why, folks that have tuburcu――tub――that have consumption don’t ever
realize how sick they are, Small! They keep on thinking all the time
that they’re getting better.”
Small looked genuinely uncomfortable. He laughed a hollow laugh and
coughed.
“Quick!” cried Kid. “Now’s the time! Take one!”
Small made a wild dash at the box, spilled several of the tablets in
the snow and finally got one into his mouth. Almost at once, after a
few choking sounds, the coughing stopped. Small looked at Kid in alarm.
“Gee!” he muttered hoarsely. “I swallowed it whole!”
Kid was equal to the emergency. “Fine!” he exclaimed. “You get the
effect quicker that way. Have another!”
But Small shook his head and hastily dropped the box of tablets in his
pocket. “I don’t believe I want any more just yet,” he said.
“Well, it’s a good plan to keep one dissolving in your mouth all the
time.”
“You said I was to take them only when I felt like coughing,” charged
Small.
“I know, but it stands to reason that the more often you take them the
sooner they’re going to cure you, don’t it?”
That sounded reasonable, and Small had to agree. So he put another
one into his mouth and proceeded to make faces at the landscape. Kid
stifled a chuckle.
“Well, I must be going,” he said. “I want to see Lanny. Have you got
that quarter with you, Small?”
“What quarter?” asked Small innocently.
“For the tablets. They’re a quarter a box. I told you that. Don’t you
remember? They’re cheap, too. If you had to have a doctor he’d charge
you a dollar just for looking at you and then your medicine would be
extra.”
“Oh!” Small became very intent on the practice game. “I haven’t got it
right now, Kid, but I’ll give it to you soon.”
Kid shook his head. “I’m willing to trust you, Small, but you see I
have to pay cash for these. You’d better give me that quarter in your
pocket and then you won’t have to think about it again.”
“What quarter?” asked Small blankly.
“Why, the quarter you saved for the Fund. You know you told us you had
a quarter, Small.”
“Well, I know, Kid, but I can’t give you that! That’s――that’s owing to
the Fund!”
“I know, but you won’t have to pay up for a month or more. You give me
that quarter and put the next one into the Fund; see?”
Small didn’t seem to see at first, and it took a lot of eloquence
on Kid’s part to separate Small from his twenty-five cent piece.
But finally persistence prevailed and Kid strolled off, the quarter
jingling cheerfully against a hitherto lonely penny in his trousers
pocket, leaving Small to scowl upon his retreating back and
surreptitiously remove the remains of Tinkham’s Throat-Ease tablet from
his mouth.
Lanny was the next victim marked for despoliation. Kid took up a
position beside him and watched practice for a minute. Then,
“Gee, Lanny,” he said, “aren’t your feet frozen?”
Lanny acknowledged that they were, and, being reminded of physical
discomforts, took out a handkerchief at the cost of much trouble, and
applied it to his nose. “Did you see that goal of Ben’s a minute ago,
Kid?” he asked with a sniffle. “It was a peach!”
“Yes,” Kid nodded gravely. “Say, you’re getting a cold, aren’t you?” he
asked more solicitously.
“No, I guess not. George is skating a good deal better than he did the
first of the winter, isn’t he?”
“Lots. The trouble with me is that when I get to sniffling like you are
my throat feels funny. Sort of raw and――and scrapy. Does yours get that
way?”
Lanny experimented with his throat and nodded. “Yes, it feels sort of
that way now.”
“I thought it did. I can tell. I’ve got something that’s wonderful for
sore throat, Lanny. Ever use Tinkham’s Throat-Ease?”
“Ever use what?”
“Tinkham’s Throat-Ease. They’re tablets and you just hold them in your
mouth, you know, and they make your throat feel fine. They’ll cure
hoarseness or cough or most anything like that.”
“Never heard of them. Taste good, do they? Where do you get them?”
“Any first-class drug store. Of course, you can’t get them around here,
though.”
“What’s the good of talking about them then? Did you say you had some?”
“I think so.” Kid searched laboriously in his pocket. “I think I’ve got
a box left somewhere, if I can find it. Here it is.” He held it out and
Lanny accepted it. Trustingly he pushed the box open, took out a tablet
and put it into his mouth. Kid edged away.
“_Jee-rusalem!_” Lanny swung around and gazed menacingly at Kid. “What
are they made of?”
“I don’t know, but they’re the best remedy there is for sore throat.
You can have that box, Lanny.”
“Hm; much obliged.” Lanny sucked at the tablet and scowled. “Maybe
they’re good for your throat, but they’re mighty unpleasant to your
taster, Kid. I guess they’ve got wild cherry in them, haven’t they?”
“That’s one of the things,” answered Kid. “Wild cherry and――and
paregoric, I think. Paregoric’s a very powerful drug, you know. Puts
you to sleep if you take too much of it.”
“I know.” Lanny nodded wisely. “And wild cherry’s awfully good for
throats. They don’t taste very nice, but you can tell they’re powerful.
Much obliged, Kid.”
“Don’t mention it. Maybe I can get another box. They’re only
twenty-five cents, you see.”
Lanny started. “What’s twenty-five cents?” he demanded.
“Why, those tablets. Twenty-five cents a box. There are fifty in a box
and they last a long time――――”
“Look here, Kid, do you mean you expect me to pay you a quarter for
these things?”
“Sure! That’s the regular price. I’m not trying to cheat you, Lanny,
honest!”
“But I thought you were giving them to me!” Lanny searched hurriedly
for the box which he had dropped into a cavernous pocket of his ulster.
“I don’t want them that bad.”
“I’d give them to you in a minute,” said Kid warmly, “but I just can’t
afford to, Lanny. Anyhow, you needn’t pay me now. To-morrow’ll do just
as well.”
“Pay you! Pay you a quarter for these nasty things? I guess not! Here,
you take them back, Kid.”
But Kid shook his head. “They’re no good to me now,” he said sadly. “It
isn’t a full box, you see. You’ve eaten one of them. Of course, if I’d
known you didn’t want to pay for them――――”
“You didn’t say anything about paying for them,” remonstrated Lanny
crossly. “You said you had a box I could have――――”
“For a quarter.”
“You didn’t say anything about any quarter!”
“You didn’t ask me, Lanny. If you’d asked me――――”
“You offered them to me!”
“I thought of course you’d want to pay for them. I had to. Anyhow,
there’s no hurry. Any time’ll do, Lanny.”
“I hope you choke on one of them!” Lanny dug down in his trousers
pocket and fished up some small coins. Angrily he selected two dimes
and a nickel and thrust them at Kid. “There’s your old quarter!
And there――” he sent the box of tablets spinning off into the
snow――“there’s your old nasty medicine! Now get out of here before I
rub your face with snow!”
Kid shook his head sorrowfully over the other’s display of unreasonable
anger, but didn’t tarry. Lanny had a way of keeping his promises!
As he went his right-hand trousers pocket gave forth a cheerful jingle.