then, taking a bottle from his valise gravely offered it to C. C.
"Here," he said, "take some of this. It will do you good."
"Hey! What is it?" asked the comedian, suspiciously.
"Liver medicine," went on the passenger, who looked as though he might be a country doctor. "I know what's the matter with you. You've got liver complaint. I've had it, and I know just how mean it makes you feel."
"But there's nothing the matter with my liver!" protested the actor. "Nothing at all!"
"Don't tell me! I know better!" declared the other, with emphasis. "I put this medicine up myself, and it's the greatest liver regulator and revivifier in the world. One dose will make you feel like a new man, and two will almost cure you. I won't charge you anything for it, either. I hate to see anyone suffer as you do."
"But I don't suffer," cried Mr. Piper, at a loss to understand the other's queer action. The actor looked around as though for help, in case the man should become violent.
"You don't suffer!" the country doctor cried. "Why, you have the worst complaint in the world. You're a pessimist!"
"Huh!" grunted C. C.
