Willa Cather, Neighbor Rosicky
NEIGHBOUR ROSICKY By Willa Cather I When Doctor Burleigh told neighbour Rosicky he had a bad heart, Rosicky protested. "So? No, I guess my heart was always pretty good. I got a little asthma, maybe. Just awful short breath when I was pitchin' hay last summer, dat's all." "Well now, Rosicky, if you know more about it than I do, what did you come to me for? It's your heart that makes you short of breath, I tell you. You're sixty-five years old, and you've always worked hard, and your heart's tired. You've got to be careful from now on, and you can't do heavy work any more. You've got five boys at home to do it for you." The old farmer looked up at the Doctor with a gleam of amusement in his queer triangular-shaped eyes. His eyes were large and lively, but the lids were...