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Now, you are asleep. "The Mayor shut his eyes slowly and began to snore. "'You observe, Mr. Tiddle, says I, 'the wonders of modern science. "'Biddle, says he, 'When will you give uncle the rest of the treatment, Dr. Pooh-pooh? "'Waugh-hoo, says I. 'I'll come back at eleven to-morrow. When he wakes up give him eight drops of turpentine and three pounds of steak. Good morning.
So Doc Waugh-hoo hunches down again in a hotel chair and lights a jimpson-weed regalia, and waits. "By and by a young man in a blue necktie slips into the chair next to me and asks the time. "'Half-past ten, says I, 'and you are Andy Tucker. I've seen you work. Wasn't it you that put up the Great Cupid Combination package on the Southern States?
I don't know what he ever did with the pocket knife I swapped him for it. "I was Dr. Waugh-hoo, the celebrated Indian medicine man. I carried only one best bet just then, and that was Resurrection Bitters.
I never took a course in a medical college, says I. 'I've just come as a fellow man to see if I could be off assistance. "'I'm deeply obliged, says he. 'Doc Waugh-hoo, this is my nephew, Mr. Biddle. He has tried to alleviate my distress, but without success. Oh, Lordy! Ow-ow-ow!! he sings out. "I nods at Mr. Biddle and sets down by the bed and feels the mayor's pulse.
Biddle lays his hand on my arm. "'You're under arrest, Dr. Waugh-hoo, alias Peters, says he, 'for practising medicine without authority under the State law. "'Who are you? I asks. "'I'll tell you who he is, says Mr. Mayor, sitting up in bed. 'He's a detective employed by the State Medical Society. He's been following you over five counties.
I'll turn them over to the sheriff when we get to his office, and he'll send you a receipt. They'll have to be used as evidence in the case. "'All right, Mr. Biddle, says the mayor. 'And now, Doc Waugh-hoo, he goes on, 'why don't you demonstrate? Can't you pull the cork out of your magnetism with your teeth and hocus-pocus them handcuffs off? "'Come on, officer, says I, dignified.
"'You ain't going, doc? says the Mayor with a howl. 'You ain't going away and leave me to die with this superfluity of the clapboards, are you? "'Common humanity, Dr. Whoa-ha, says Mr. Biddle, 'ought to prevent your deserting a fellow-human in distress. "'Dr. Waugh-hoo, when you get through plowing, says I. And then I walks back to the bed and throws back my long hair. "'Mr.
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