CHAPTER XIII.
DUSENBERRY'S BIRTHDAY Mrs.Baker met her husband at the door.
"How is he ?" was the Captain's first question.

"Better, hey ?" "No," was the nervous answer.

"No, I don't think he is.

His throat's terrible sore and the fever's just as bad." Again Captain Hiram's conscience smote him.
"Dear! dear!" he exclaimed.

"And I've been loafin' around the depot with Sol Berry and the rest of 'em instead of stayin' home with you, Sophrony.