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Mrs. Darter screamed, and Mrs. Conner stood aghast. She was more aghast to behold all the apparent symptoms of a swoon in the invalid, and would have run for water–an act, however, prevented by the timely opening of Mrs. Darter’s eyes. “Don’t say the word!” she begged, shuddering. “I have to starve off a pleurisy. It would kill me! And the books are no good; I’m too sick to hear reading. Oh dear! Oh dear! Oh dear!”

Mrs. Conner backed off the piazza–she said she guessed she must go–and left Mrs. Darter moaning and rocking.

“And to tell you the truth, Miss Keith”–thus she ended a breathless narration to her new boarder–“I went quick, for I knew I couldn’t hold in one minnit longer! And how’d it help poor Emmy to have her mother quarrel with Lida Glenn and me the same day? There’s Susy Baker making eyes at Albert Glenn, this minnit; and if she ain’t carrying Mrs. Glenn some of her ma’s blueberry cake! Right by the Darters, too; and Emmy seeing her!”

“What is the matter with Mrs. Darter?”

“Well, old Dr. Potter says she’s ‘neurotic,’ if you know what that is. I call it jest notions. What the doctors in my time called a hypo, that’s what she is! She’s always been the greatest hand to dose. Mr. Conner will have it she kep’ old Captain Darter poor buying patent medicines. And she run after every new cure-all going. It was electricity one year, and ‘nother year it was blue glass, and one time I remember she had a woman come of the sort that used to call themselves bone-doctors when I was a girl and this country wasn’t much settled, but now they’re osteologists, or some sech funny name, and give out they can rub everything on earth out of you. Mrs. Darter had her for a long spell, till she got pneumonia, and nigh died, and sickened of the osteologist; and I give her mustard plasters, good strong ones, myself. All this time Emmy was engaged to Albert Glenn; but the old captain was real feeble, and Emmy wouldn’t leave him to git married. I will say Mrs. Darter was real devoted to him, though Emmy done all the night work and spared her all she could, give up her school, and spent every cent of the money she’d laid by school-teaching and working art embroidery for her clothes, when she’d be married–spent every cent on her pa. Got him a wheel chair, and if ever a man set the world by his daughter the captain done it. He liked Albert, too. I guess if captain had lived, sick’s he was, he’d have found a way so’s Emmy and Albert could git married. But he died. Then you’d ‘a’ s’posed they could marry, for his life was well insured, and they got enough for the widder to be comfortable and keep a girl. But the minnit he died poor Mrs. Darter got nervous prostration, and she was a nervous prostrate for a year, and they had to spend money traveling, and of course Emmy couldn’t git married. Mrs. Darter went to Hot Springs, Arkansas, and she went to a sanitarium, and last she come home saying she was cured. But on the cars she made the acquaintance of a woman–well, I don’t want to jedge–jedge not, and you won’t git jedged, you know–and I know ’tis hard for a woman to make a living, but I guess that woman was a crank, and a designing one at that. But she went to Mrs. Darter’s to board, and she never paid no board, but she preached to Mrs. Darter ’bout how all the diseases that we have come from eating wrong things; and she said we’d got to live ‘cording to nature more; and eating meat made folks fierce like the carnivorous beasts, and things seasoned with salt was bad for you, and jest plain farnishous foods without salt–like we was chickens !–was best for us. I don’t see how Mrs. Darter, who used to cook real well and liked to have the sewing society to tea, could stand sech sick stuff, but she did; and what’s wuss, even after the fool critter ran away and married a magnetic healer who, they do say, has another wife, even to this day Abiel Darter believes in her and goes by what she says. And she ain’t et any fit food for so long that if she ever does git coaxed to take a wholesome bite of beef or pie her stummick is so weak of course she cayn’t stand it. Strong folks can eat strong vituals, and weak folks cayn’t. Mrs. Glenn coaxed her in to a boiled dinner one day, and poor Mrs. Darter nearly died of it. Now you cayn’t git her to budge from her grass and potato diet, as Conner calls it. And as for poor Emmy, when she can git married Lord only knows!”