Ashtabula telegraph. (Ashtabula, Ohio) 1874-1880, 1874-05-23

and then make use of the ordinary
dressing," said DR.. Solly. "If he
should not recover during the action
of the blister. don't feel uneasy
sensibility viii be restored soon af-
ter"
did not call again, but heard
from DR.. Solly the result.
After we left, the friends stood
anxiously around the bed upon which
the sick man lay; but though the
blister began to draw, no signs of
returning consciousness showed them
selves, further than an occasional
low moan or an uneasy tossing of the
arms. For full two hours the burn
ing plaster parched the tender skin
of Mr.. HarriS's shorn head, and was
then removed. 1t had done good
service. Dressings were then applied,
repeated and repeated again; but
still the sick man lay in deep stu
por.
at has done no good. Hadn't we
better send for the doctor?" suggest
ed the wife.
just then the eyes of Harris open
ed, and he looked with half stupid
surprise from face to face of the anx-
ious group that surrounded the bed.
'What'S the matter?" he at length
said; at the same time feeling
strange sensation about his head, he
placed his hand rather heavily there
on. "Heavens and earth!" He was
now fully in his right senses. ''Heay-
ems and earth! what ails my head?"
For mercy's sake, keep quiet"
said his wife, the glad tears gushing
over her face. "YOu have been very
Ill. There, there, now!' she spoke,
lie STILL"
"But my head! What's the matter
with my head? 1t feels as if scaIded.
Where's my hair? Heavens and earth,
Sarah, | don't understand this!
that's my arm tied in this way
for?''
''Be quiet, my dear husband and |
will explain all. o, be very quiet!
Your life depends upon it."
Mr.. Harris sank back upon the pill
low from which he had risen, and
closed his eyes to think. He put his
hand to his head and felt it tenderly
from temple to temple and from nape
to forehead.
eyes; dear, you have been very ill.
We feared for your life," said Mrs.
Harris, affectionately. "There have
been two physicians in attendance. :"
Harris closed his eyes, his lips
moved. Those nearest were not much
edited by the whispered words that
issued therefrom. They would have
sonuded very strangely to ears po-
lite and refined. After this he Law
for some time quiet.
~Threatened with apoplexy, l sup
pose?" he then SAID, interrogatively.
eyes, DEAR" replied his wife; 81
found you lying insensible on the
floor, on happening to come into
your room. 1t was most providen-
tial that | discovered you as [ did, or
you would certainly have died"
Harris shut his eyes and multered
something, but its meaning was not
1 understood.
Finding him out of danger, 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 doctor
to butcher me in this way? Lam laid
up for a week or two, and all for
nothing"
cit was to save your life, dear"
"Save-"
"H-u-s-h! There, do for heavens
sake be quiet!- everything depends
upon it."
With a gesture of impatience, Mr..
Harris shut his eyes, teeth and hands
and lay perfectly still for some min
utes. Then he turned his face to the
wall, muttering in a low, petulant
voice, "Too bad! too bad! too badI''
had not erred in my first and my
last impression of Harris's disease,
neither had DIR. Solly, although lie
used a very extraordinary mode OF
treatment. The facts of the case are
these:
Harris has weakness. He could
not taste wine or strong drink with
out being tempted in'o excess. Both
himself and friends were mortified
and grieved at this; and they, by ad-
monition, and he, by good resolu-
tions, tried to bring about a'reform.
But to see was to taste; 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 absti-
nence would not give him strength.
He got on pretty well for few days
particularly so, as his coachman
kept well filled bottle for him III
the carriage-house, to which he moi
unfrequently resorted; but a too ar
dent devotion to this identical bottle
brought on the supposed apoplexy,
DIR. Solly was right in his mode OF
treating the disease after all, and did
not err in supposing it would reach
the predisposirion. The cure was eff
| fectual; Harris kept quiet on the
subject, and bore his shaved head OF
his shoulders with as much philoso
| phy as he could muster. A wig, af
ter the sores made by the blister had
disappeared. concealed the barber'
work until his own hair grew again
He never ventured upon wine OF
brandy, for fear of apoplexy.
When the truth leaked out, as sucl
things always will, the friends Of
Harris had many a hearty laugh, but
they wisely concealed from the OBJ
jet OF their merriment the fact thai
they knew anything more than ap
peared of the supposed illness.
LOVE LETTERs.-IirIs who arr