A Strange Story: O. Henry
A Strange Story: O. Henry
A Strange Story: O. Henry
by O. Henry
Talk about being patient...A Strange Story is an odd account of a delayed errand for cough syrup,
requiring patients...coincidentally, two, in fact.
Dr/ Seth
Arnold's cough killer advertisement
In the northern part of Austin there once dwelt an honest family by the name
of Smothers. The family consisted of John Smothers, his wife, himself, their
little daughter, five years of age, and her parents, making six people toward
the population of the city when counted for a special write-up, but only three
by actual count.
One night after supper the little girl was seized with a severe colic, and John
Smothers hurried down town to get some medicine.
The mother grieved very much over her husband's disappearance, and it was
nearly three months before she married again, and moved to San Antonio.
The little girl also married in time, and after a few years had rolled around, she
also had a little girl five years of age.
She still lived in the same house where they dwelt when her father had left
and never returned.
One night by a remarkable coincidence her little girl was taken with cramp
colic on the anniversary of the disappearance of John Smothers, who would
now have been her grandfather if he had been alive and had a steady job.
"I will go downtown and get some medicine for her," said John Smith (for it
was none other than he whom she had married).
"No, no, dear John," cried his wife. "You, too, might disappear forever, and
then forget to come back."
So John Smith did not go, and together they sat by the bedside of little Pansy
(for that was Pansy's name).
After a little Pansy seemed to grow worse, and John Smith again attempted to
go for medicine, but his wife would not let him.
Suddenly the door opened, and an old man, stooped and bent, with long white
hair, entered the room.
"Hello, here is grandpa," said Pansy. She had recognized him before any of
the others.
The old man drew a bottle of medicine from his pocket and gave Pansy a
spoonful.
"I was a little late," said John Smothers, "as I waited for a street car."