Alpena weekly argus. [volume] (Alpena, Mich.) 1871-1893, 1874-07-15

very i'll. There, there, now" and
she spoke soothingly, "don't say a
word but lie very still.
"But my head What's the mat
ter with my head 2 Heavens and
earth, Sarah, I don't understand this.
What is my arm tied in this way
for"
"Be quiet, my dear husband, and
I'll explain all. Oh, be quiet. Your
life depends upon it,"
Mr.. Harris sank back upon his
pillow from which he had arisen,
and closed his eyes to think. He
put his hand to his head, and felt it
tenderly from nape to forehead.
'1s it a blister!" he at length
asked.
eyes, dear. We feared for your
life,' said Mrs. Harris affectionate-
ly. "There have been two physi-
clans in attendance"
Harris closed his eyes again. His
lips moved. Those nearest were
not much edited by the whispered
words that issued therefrom. They
would have sounded very strangely
to ears polite and refined. After
this he lay for some time quiet.
"Threatened with apoplexy, I
suppose 2" he then said interroga-
lively.
"Yes DEAR" replied his wife. ~
found you lying insensible on the
floor on happening to come into the
room. 1t was most providential
that discovered you as / did or
you certainly would have died."
Harris shut his eyes and mutter-
ed something with an air of impa-
tience, but its meaning was not
understood.
Finding him out Of danger, his
friends and relatives retired and
the sick man was left alone with
his family.
"Sarah," he said, "why in heav-
ems name did you permit the doc
tors to butcher me in this wayl /
am laid up for a week or two all
for nothing"
at was to save your life, dear"
"Save -"
"Hush There, do for heavens
sake be quiet! everything depends
on it."
With a gesture of impatience,
Mr.. Harris shut his eyes, teeth and
hands, and lay perfectly still for
some minutes. Then he turned his
face to the wall, muttering in low,
petulant voice, "Too bad (! too bad I
too bad 70 .-'.-
l had not erred in my first and
last impression of Harris disease ;
neither had DR.. Solly, although he
used very extraordinary mode Of
treatment. The facts of the case
are these:
Harris had a weakness. He could
not taste wine or strong drink,
without being tempted into excess.
Both himself and friends were NOR
tilted and greved at this, and they
by admonition, and he by resolution,
tried to bring about a reform. But
to see was to taste, and to taste was
to fall. At last his friends urged
him to shut himself up at home for
a certain time and see if total alb
stainence would not give him
strength. He got along pretty well
for a few days, particularly so as
his coachman kept well filed bot
tie for him in the carriage house,
to which he had not unfrequently
resorted; but a too ardent devo-
ton to this identical bottle brought
the supposed apoplexy.
DIR. Solly was right in his mode
of treating the disease, after oil, and
did not err in supposing it would
reach the predisposition. The cure
was effectual. Harris kept quiet
on the subject, and bore his shaven
head on his sholders with as much
philosophy as he could muster. A
wig after the sores made by the
blisters had disappeared, concealed
the BARRIERS work until his own
hair grew out again. He never
again ventured upon wine or BRAN
dy, for fear of apoplexy.
When the truth leaked out, as
such things always viii, the friends
of Harris had many hearty laugh,
but they wisely concealed from the
object of their merriment the fact
that they knew anything more than
Of the supposed illness.
A gentleman speaking of friend
who was prostrated by illness, re-