The Manitowoc tribune. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1866-1878, 1868-11-19
THE TRIBUNE.
DR.. PISSo0E,s COOP PRESCRIPTION.


anything can do for you now?''
Jessie Ward was blue eyed, fair hail
ed women, with an appearance not unlik
that of white dove-1nnocent, pretty
aud altogether lovable She came to th
bedside with light, noisless feet. an
anxious face.
''Tell me. David, what shall I do p
MIR. Ward gave a, deep. sepulchral ton
III you had felt the least solicitude il
the matter Mrs. Ward, you would hav,
seen that there is a sunbeam dancing oil
my pillow like red hot bar OF iron ant
driving me distracted.
Jessie drew the curtains closer together
excluding every breath of sweet June air
There, now whined David, ''tht
room is like an oven. A salamanca
could not breathe here.
But, nv dear, the air cannot,come IL
ifsthe curtains are to be closed
Ism there door to the room
The obe,lent wife opened the door.
SIS that fhe clock striking temp
Mrs Ward, the last powder should
have been taken five minutes ago.
Il will get it now, David-it isn't toe
late
II hope not, Mrs Ward, I. HOPE not
Five minutes makes all the difference ii
the world with men.
Mrs. Ward made no response, save tc
offer him the little powder and glass Of
water.
'sPhew calculated the aggrieved
invalid that water has stood in the
room full five minutes ] can't drink
such fiat stuff
II will ring for some more.
Mot is too late now. It's of nc
consequence None in the world ]
wonder why the doctor does not come
1 should think he might pay a little at.
tention to punctuality, when he knows
how much | suffer. Here comes your
brother Paul, tramping like an elephant.
oh, my dear dear! how inconsiderate
these people in perfect health do become!
Mr.. Ward convulsively clasped both of
his hands on his temples, as Paul Day
ton came into the room, with a bright
face and CHEEKY voice.
s'Well, David, how goes it? How are
you feeling nowg'
'sMiserably-miserably. And, my dear
Paul, if you could speak as if you were
not hailing ship sea
s'All right, old fellow, but where is the
pain?''
The pain? [ can't exactly tell where;
it general feeling of weakness-a uni
versal giving away of the whole system.
Yes, but where are the Symptoms?'
Symptoms? [ wish you wouldn't be
so persistent, Paul, Jessie, If the servants
don t stop slamming the doors, below the
stairs, [ shall do crazy and there 5 an i'm
pertinent robin that eotU sing close to my
window VIII you direct the gardner to
shoot that robin 7?
oh, certainly said Paul, eve Il
have ali the birds who have the audacity
to sing on the place Shot. LII have the
sun curtained, and an injunction put on
the old wind, and the leaves warned to
Stop their rustling.
The indignant rctort that rose tc Mr..
Ward lips was checked by the entrance
OF the long expected doctor-a WHY, Ell
ergetic little mau with keen, grey eyes,
and shining bald heal. just fringcl
around the temples with black hair. At
signal from her brother, Mrs Ward
accompanied hiin out OF the room, as
81. Pinir,ck came in.
Suppose we leave David AMI the doc
tor to sroan it out together, said dayton
nlerriiy, while YOU steal breath Of
fresh air out on the terrace Why, les
sic, you look as white As inag5ic-you are
bleaching in that hot, unwhoIesomc room,
Just is a stick of celery blcacheS III dark
cellar
But David needs me there"
Does he? III not altogsther certain
Of that.
'Oh, Paul. You should not speak so
of INV sick husband. y
Jessie, what is the nature of his
disease =
THE doctor does not exactly know,
dear Paul.
"No-nor you, nor [, nor himself
either, | fancy Jessie, he's no more
sick than | am y
Paul -
Indeed, do not think he is, for he
has just worked himself into the idea
that he is a miserable invalid it ; clear
case of hypochondria Aud [ think it
is understandable mean for him TO
make himself aud every one around him
slaves to a mistaken fatality.
Jessie sighed Northumberland it
be possible that her brother was right ?
\ on are wearing yourself out IN at
tendance on his lnnunberabie whimS-
you have neither color nor yIyacIty left.
My little sister, when look at you now
and remember what joyous, red-cheek-
ed, laughing fairy you were six months
ago, | am tempted to
TO do what?' asked Jessie, smiling
10 pull your precious husband out of
his bed, and shake the ailments out of
him at once! Now don look sober, and
try to pulldown the corners of your mouth,
Jessie Do laugh, just tor Once, or
shall flncy some evil minded brownie or
ell has taken my sister away, and left In
her place a lifting mate Tor poor, dear
David p
lie drawled out the three last words in
such a serio comis imitation of David
Ward 5 dpleful accents, that Jessie laugh
ed in spite of terselt.
We'll, Doctor, said Paul Dayton,
fifteen minutes or so afterwards, as the
disciple OF Galen came briskly down
stairs, inhaliug deep breath Of the
fragrant summer atmosphere, as II ii
were a relief from the confined air of the
sick room, has my brother-in law found
out yet Just where his ailment lies ?"
mo and he never willard what )
more. no one else ever will, said the
2ittle man, shortly Il beg your pardon,
Mrs Ward, for speaking so explicitly,
but | can't make him believe he would be
as well as any one, if he would only dis
miss the idea of all his aches and pains.
/ don really know what to do with him.
I'm afraid it is confirmed case of hypo
chondria.
Il think | could suggest cure, said
Paul Dayton, demurely. If you will all
promise to act up to my directions.
Lets have a statement of your plan,
then, said the doctor stroking his chin;
and if Iapprove of it, why I'll answer
for Mrs Wards obedience.
Il should treat him hom@pathieally, y
said Paul. with great gravity. "That is