"Bill Holbrook?" said Mr. Ezra Eastman; "why, of course I do! Used to live down to Brimfield, next to the Moses Howard farm." "That 's the man," resumed Mr. Taft. "Waal, Bill fell sick,--kinder moped round, tired like, for a week or two, an' then tuck to his bed. His folks sent for Dock Smith,--ol' Dock Smith that used to carry round a pair o' leather saddlebags,--gosh, they don't have no sech doctors nowadays! Waal, the dock, he come; an' he looked at Bill's tongue, an' felt uv his pulse, an' said that Bill had typhus fever. Ol' Dock Smith was a very careful, conserv'tive man, an' he never said nothin' unless he knowed he was right. "Bill began to git wuss, an' he kep' a-gittin' wuss every day. One mornin' ol' Dock Smith sez, 'Look a-here, Bill, I guess you 're a goner; as I figger it, you can't hol' out till nightfall.' "Bill's mother insisted on a con-sul-tation bein' held; so ol' Dock Smith sent over for young Dock Brainerd. I calc'late that, next to ol' Dock Smith, young Dock Brainerd was the smartest doctor that ever lived. "Waal, pretty soon along come Dock Brainerd; an' he an' Dock Smith went all over Bill, an' looked at his tongue, an felt uv his pulse, an' told him it was a gone case, an' that he had got to die. Then they went off into the spare chamber to hold their con-sul-tation. "Waal, Bill he lay there in the front room a-pantin' an' a-gaspin' an' a-wond'rin' whether it wuz true. As he wuz thinkin', up comes the girl to get a clean tablecloth out of the clothes-press, an' she left the door ajar as she come in. Bill he gave a sniff, an' his eyes grew more natural-like; he gathered together all the strength he had, an' he raised himself up on one elbow, an' sniffed again." "'Sary,' says he, 'wot's that a-cookin'?' "'Beans,' says she, 'beans for dinner.' "'Sary,' says the dyin' man, 'I must hev a plate uv them beans!' "'Sakes alive, Mr. Holbrook!' says she; 'if you wuz to eat any o' them beans, it 'd kill ye!' "'If I've got to die,'says he, 'I'm goin' to die happy; fetch me a plate uv them beans.' "Waal, Sary, she pikes off to the doctors. "'Look a-here,' says she. 'Mr. Holbrook smelt the beans cookin', an' he says he 's got to have a plate uv 'em. Now, what shall I do about it?' "'Waal, doctor,' says Dock Smith, 'what do you think 'bout it? "'He 's got to die anyhow,' says Dock Brainerd; 'an' I don't suppose the beans 'll make any diff'rence.' "'That's the way I figger it,' says Dock Smith; 'in all my practice I never knew of beans hurtin' anybody.' "So Sary went down to the kitchen, an' brought up a plateful of hot baked beans. Dock Smith raised Bill up in bed, an' Dock Brainerd put a piller under the small of Bill's back. Then Sary sat down by the bed, an' fed them beans into Bill until Bill could n't hold any more. "'How air you feelin' now?' asked Dock Smith. "Bill did n't say nuthin'; he jest smiled sort uv peaceful-like, an' closed his eyes.