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Updated: May 15, 2025
Nature had meant M. Chardon senior for a chemist; chance opened the way for a retail druggist's business in Angouleme. After many years of scientific research, death cut him off in the midst of his incompleted experiments, and the great discovery that should have brought wealth to the family was never made. Chardon had tried to find a specific for the gout.
Anita Richmond had accepted the druggist's challenge. She was approaching in a stranger-like manner a ticket of some sort held before her. "Pardon me," she began, "but would you care to buy a ticket?" "To to what?" It was all Fairchild could think of to say. "To the Old Timers' Dance. It's a sort of municipal thing, gotten up by the bureau of mines to celebrate the return of silver mining."
"Take her to a druggist's," ordered the old gentleman, "and let us go to the commissary of police." Hector started on his way with a policeman on either side of him, a third was leading his horse. A crowd followed them and suddenly the wagonette appeared in sight. His wife alighted in consternation, the servant lost her head, the children whimpered.
A policeman who had been sent to obtain information returned, saying that she had recovered consciousness, but was complaining of frightful internal pain. She was a charwoman, sixty-five years of age, named Madame Simon. When he heard that she was not dead Hector regained hope and promised to defray her doctor's bill. Then he hastened to the druggist's.
Bart could see that either the druggist's potion or his succeeding violent experience had quite restored the magnate to his original self. He nursed a slight abrasion on his chin, looked at Bart sheepishly, and then stepped over to a big bowlder and rested against it. "Are you feeling all right now, Colonel Harrington?" asked Bart courteously. "Me? Now? Ah yes! Quite er er thank you."
But you didn't stick to that part, you know. You followed me up-town, where I made a call on a relative, and you studied the colored globes in a druggist's window when I went away. I wonder why people employ inexperienced boys in such important matters. In your case, my lad, it was easy enough to detect the detective.
Rising behind it you see a white prescription counter, with bottles of blue copper water at each corner. Rising still higher behind is a partition. Peer to the right and you may see a curtain, drawn aside. A little room contains a bed, an Argand lamp, a table with a small clock, druggist's books and the revised New Testament.
An' it's a nice, neat, warm room, too, ain't it, now?" "Ahem! It appears to be," admitted Elder Concannon, and not so grudgingly as might have been expected. "But where's that young girl who had so much to do with it at first where's that Day girl?" "Why, pshaw, Elder! she don't have nothing to do with the reading-room," and the druggist's eyes twinkled.
Toby had been called to go to the druggist's for some medicine, and he came out of the house in such haste, calling to Joe to follow him, that nothing more was thought of the insecurely prisoned monkey. When Toby returned, it was so late that Uncle Daniel advised him to go to bed if he had any desire to be "healthy, wealthy, and wise," and he obeyed at once.
"He was exhibiting to a number of gentlemen, who happened to be collected together in a druggist's store, some weapons which he claimed to have taken from Captain Pate in Kansas.
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