Evening Republican, Volume 14, Number 159, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 6 July 1910 — A CURE FOR MELANCHOLY. [ARTICLE]

A CURE FOR MELANCHOLY.

Betty Knew the Right Way to Go to Worlc on the Cane. As the door opened, Judith spoke from the depths of-the sofa pillows: . “You might just as well go away, Betty Brandon. I’m blue as Indigo and I want to be blue, and I intend to be blue as long as I want to. So you’re Just wasting your time.” Betty’s small chin lifted. "You'know I never take a dare," she- retorted. “I know,” Judith returned, her fingers laced across her eyes, ‘•your whole sermon. I can preach it just as well as you can. I’ve got health and home and friends, and some talents, and a comfortable amount of money, therefore It’s wicked for me to be blue, no matter how much I want to. That’s a luxury permitted only to the poor and the sick and the lonely. Well, but suppose that happens to be the particular luxury I want?” "I don’t see that that makes any difference. The poor may want money and the sick health. Why should you be allowed all the luxuries? Besides, you promised to go to see Jennie Green this afternoon. She’s been counting the hours for a week.” Judith’s head came up from the pillows. “Jennie Green! O Betty, I’d forgotten her entirely. I can’t go—not this way. I’ll order her some roseh —the loveliest she ever saw.” “But Jennie happens to like you better than roses.” “I can’t," Judith repeated. “One can’t get over blues In a momenteven you couldn’t, Betty Brandon!” "You can In an hour —you shall! Where are your wraps—hurry!” Before Judith could catch her breath she was at the center of a small whirlwind. Her hat, coat, furs, glovers were on, and she found herself literally breathless, being raced down the avenue by the small and rosy and determined person beside her. "Why aren’t we taking—cars—or a —cab?” she gasped. “Because biiife <§m‘t be cabbed oft, but you can run away from them, 11 you run fast enough,” Betty responded. "Oh, come here a moment —there’s something I’ve been longing to show yon ever since I discovered It.” "Herer* was a picture-store where in one corner of the window an adorable little Puck laughed slyly. Judith’s keen sense of humor was her betrayer—she could not help a chuckle. Betty nodded with satisfaction. “You’ll never be able to think of him without a smile if you plunge into a vat of indigo,” she declared. “Now for roses, Judith, the roses you are going to take to Jennie.” Meekly Judith followed. Betty, watching her choose the flowers, smiled happily to herself. “Good-by. I’ll leave the rest of the cure to Jennie,” she said. And she was gone. Judith and the roses went on —in a car now. Presently they left the car for a shabby house, and climbed three flights of stairs. A thin, eager voice bade them enter. “Is It Miss Judith?” the voice cried. "Oh, please come In —oh ” The sentence never was finished, except by roses. But although there were tears in Judith’s eyes, the cure complete.—Youth’s Companion,