Chapter 12
One of the reasons why Tom's mind had drifted away from its secret troubles was,that it had found a new and weighty matter to interest itself about.Becky Thatcher had stopped coming to school.
Tom had struggled with his pride a few days,and tried to“Whistle her down the wind,”but failed.He began to find himself hanging around her father's house,nights,and feeling very miserable.She was ill.What if she should die!There was distraction in the thought.
He no longer took an interest in war,nor even in piracy.
The charm of life was gone;there was nothing but dreariness left.
He put his hoop away,and his bat;there was no joy in them any more.
His aunt was concerned.She began to try all manner of remedies on him.She was one of those people who are infatuated with patent medicines and all newfangled methods of producing health or mending it.
She was an inveterate experimenter in these things.When something fresh in this line came out she was in a fever,right away,to try it;not on herself,for she was never ailing,but on anybody else that came handy.She was a subscriber for all the“Health”periodicals and phrenological frauds;
and the solemn ignorance they were inflated with was breath to her nostrils.All the“rot”they contained about ventilation,and how to go to bed,and how to get up,and what to eat,and what to drink,and how much exercise to take,and what frame of mind to keep one's self in,and what sort of clothing to wear,was all gospel to her,and she never observed that her health journals of the current month customarily upset everything they had recommended the month before.
She was as simple-hearted and honest as the day was long,and so she was an easy victim.
She gathered together her quack periodicals and her quack medicines,and thus armed with death,went about on her pale horse,metaphorically speaking,with“hell following after.”But she never suspected that she was not an angel of healing and the balm of Gilead in disguise,to the suffering neighbors.
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