n I
could manage to please the Doctor so well as to be able to bring about a
feeling of harmony.

I arranged with my clerk that when we saw the Doctor coming I would lean
back in one of the office chairs, apparently asleep, and when he came in
the clerk should pick up a pair of shears from the window-sill and
suggest that he (the Doctor) should clip one side of my moustache off,
and let me run around during the evening a laughing-stock to every one.

It worked to a charm. The Doctor jumped at the chance, and cut one side
close to my lip, after which I was routed up, and was received by him
with much coolness.

The clerk had posted every one to say nothing to me; and as I appeared
as ridiculous as possible, and everybody laughed heartily, the Doctor
felt that he had perpetrated a huge joke on me.

He was more than pleased when I happened to glance in the mirror, and
discovered my predicament, as he was sitting in the office.

The cross-eyed girl was not referred to for several days; and when I did
mention her, the Doctor changed color, and immediately became dejected.
Everything moved along smoothly for several days thereafter.

The Doctor, as before stated, was very fond of pie and coffee,
especially apple pie, and generally preferred them the first thing
before his regular meal, instead of waiting to have them served as a
dessert.

Becoming dissatisfied with my dining-room and kitchen help, I had
discharged them and hired an entire new force. When giving them
instructions I gave the dining-room girls a description of the Doctor,
and pointed out the seat he usually occupied; and cautioned them in
particular not under any circumstances to give him pie or coffee.

They seemed curious to know the reason, and I explained that he was
crazy, and the very moment he drank a swallow of coffee or ate a
mouthful of pie he became raving at once, and would be liable to murder
the whole lot of them; and the doctors had given strict orders never to
let him have either.

That day we had apple pie for dinner, and I managed to have one of the
boarders, who always sat at the same table with the Doctor, get into
the dining room a little ahead of him, and to have some apple pie and a
cup of coffee by his plate. The Doctor entered as usual, and after
looking over the table, said:

"Bring me some apple pie and coffee."

"We have no pie or coffee, Doctor," was the girl's weak and trembling
reply.

"Do you claim you have none at