lture," said Eliph', "How to Develop the Body, How to
Maintain Perfect Health, How to Keep Young and Beautiful. Page 542. Why,
ma'm, that's just a system of training for the body. It makes one more
graceful, just like running and jumping makes a boy strong."

The doctor's wife heaved a sigh of relief.

"Well, I guess that won't hurt Doc any if he does read it," she laughed.
"I thought it was some new-fangled religion or other, and I allus keep
sich things out of Doc's reach. Mebby you'll think I'm crazy, but when
you know Doc as well as I do, you'll find out mortal quick he is to
take up with new notions, and it would be jist like him to give up his
sittin' in church and go and be a Physical Culture, if there was any
sich belief. I don't mind much his bein' a Socialist, or any of them
politercal things, if he wants to,--and goodness knows he does,--'cause
they keep his mind busy; but since I got him to jine church I'm goin'
to keep him jined, Physical Culture or no Physical Culture. I seen them
pictures, and they riled me right up, to think of Doc's goin' round
wrapped up in them sheets, or whatever it is on them folks in the
pictures. Mebby it's all right for Physical Culturers, but I don't ever
hope to see Doc so."

Eliph' Hewlitt laughed a thin little laugh, and Mrs. Weaver smiled.

"Now, you do think I'm foolish, don't you?" she inquired. "But I had
sich a time with Doc 'fore I married him that I'm scared half to death
every time I hear a long word I ain't right sure of. I was 'most worried
out of my wits last Summer when Miss Crawford was lecturin' on Christian
Science. It was jist about even whether Doc 'ud git in line or not. He
had an awful struggle, poor feller, 'cause he can't bear to have nothin'
new to believe in com round and him not believe in it. Religions is to
Doc jist like teethin' is to babies; they got to teethe, and seem like
Doc's got to catch new religions. He ain't never real happy when he
ain't got no queer fandango to poke his nose into. But he didn't git
Christian Scientisted.

"I says to him, 'Doc, ain't you an allopathy?' And he says, 'Yes,
certainly.' 'Well,' I says, 'if you go and be a Christian Science you
can't be no allopathy, Doc. Christian Science and allopathy don't mix,'
I says, 'and you'd starve, that's what you'd do. I leave it to you, Doc,
if you quit big pills, how'd you ever git a livin'? There ain't no big
pills set down in the Christian Science book.'

"Well, he poked h