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Jimmie was unconscious when his father carried hi in his own little bed, and hiswas then howling under his ; and there Tog reony
Two days later, Ji into captivity That afternoon the folk of Buccaneer Cove soleed him by the neck until he was dead, which is the custolad that they disposed of hiht to the beholder, capable of splendid usefulness But he had not one redee trait of character to justify his existence
”I wonder why Tog was so bad, dad,” Jiht, he was near well again
”I s'pose,” Jim explained, ”'twas because his father was a wolf”
Little Jie reason he went lame, and the folk of Buccaneer Cove said that he was ”took with the rheumatiz”
”Wisht I could be cured,” the little fellow used to sigh
CHAPTER III
_In Which Little Jimmie Grimm Goes Lame and His Mother Discovers the Whereabouts of a Cure_
Little Jimmie Grimm was then ten years old He had been an active,and the tolves--inclined to scaiven to pranks of a kindly sort His affectionate, light-hearted disposition had ht of his h he was, lonely Ji companion But he was now taken hat the folk of Buccaneer Cove called ”rheumatiz o' the knee” There were days when he walked in coround in a sudden agony and had to be carried home There eeks when he could not walk at all He was not now so merry as he had been He was more affectionate; but his eyes did not flash in the old way, nor were his cheeks so fat and rosy Jireatly desired to have him cured
”'Twould be like old times,” Jim Grimm said once, when Jimmie was put to bed, ”if Jihed, ”that he'll never be well again”
”For fear you're right, mum,” said Jim Grimm, ”we must make him happy every hour he's with us Hush, mother! Don't cry, or I'll be cryin', too!”
nobody connected Ji
It was Jimmie's mother who discovered the whereabouts of a cure
Hook's Kurepain was the thing to do it! Who could deny the virtues of that ”healing bale and small, on a creased and dirty reer_, which had providentially strayed into that far port of the Labrador Who could dispute the works of ”the invaluable discovery”? Was it not a positive cure for bruises, sprains, chilblains, cracked hands, stiffness of the joints, contraction of the ia, rheumatism, pains in the chest, warts, frost bites, sore throat, quinsy, croup, and various other ills? Was it not an excellent hair restorer, as well? If it had cured millions (and apparently it had), why shouldn't it cure little Jied with her whole heart for a bottle of the ”boon to suffering hu, Ji twinkle in her eye, when, that night, Jimmie's father came in from the snoilderness, where he had made the round of his fox traps
”Have you, now?” he asked, curiously ”What is it?”
”'Tis solad”
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”I've heard you say,” she went on, s t' find it I've heard you say that----”
”'Tis a silver fox!”
”I've heard you say,” she continued, shaking her head, ”'Oh,' I've heard you say, 'if I could _only_ find it I'd be happy'”
”Tell me!” he coaxed ”Please tell me!”
She laid a hand on his shoulder The reer_ she held behind her
”'Tis a cure for Jimmie,” said she