The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1876-02-18
JOHN JONES. THE SICK MIN


three days before he would give up. Mrs.
Jones advised him to take pills of qunine,
but he said he guessed he'd be all right rs
soon as the weather changed again. On
the third day he had a high fever and
couldu' stand up.
Mrs. Jones seemed delighted. He had
not been sick before for thirteen years, and
she had splendid stock of herbs and
powders and liquids in the pantry.
''Now just give right mp, John Washing
, ton, she replied, as lie groaned and sighed
and declared that he'd get down town as
usual if it killed him. "There, let me turn
your pillow over hang your clothes in the
closet, and then I'll run and make some
! toast
bedroom, put clean spread on the bed,
and a grand smile covered her face as she
sailed into the kitchen,
"Sarah Jane, you go and fan your father
with a newspaper and keep the flies off of
him while get the poor man some thing
to eat. Your father is very sick man,
Sarah Jane, and can't say that you won't
Dc IdUDci1cSS lulS LiIllt ucA6 "tch.
Sarah Jane went in and Mrs. Jones
rushed from the stove TO the panty:
| She toasted four large slices of bread,
! broke three eggs into hot water, got down
/ piut glass of jelly, sent for half pound
J of crackers, and in about a half an hour
she had the sick mans breakfast ready.
81 don't care what all the doctors in the
I - -oI cr, |,
chairs within his reach and loaded them
down = it'll provisions. 81 know that peo-
! pie can't be sick without something ON
their stomach ?''
| He tasted the toast, slipped the tea,
groaned, growled and sighed, and she
! pleaded
''Now, John, do try and cat something.
/ I know just how you feel, and know you
! haven't any appetite, but do try"
90, thunder = he groaned, as his stom-
ach rcbelled against the food.
'Poor mau. poor man ~ she sighed,
and placed her hand on his head. ''John
Washington, if you should die, this would
| be a sad house | don't believe | could
stand up under the blow over three weeks,
x
up"
''iIadn't we better have doctor?'' he
inquired, becoming frightened.
Not now, John-not until we see that
I can't do you any good. / know these
doctors TO T. They'd come here and
dose and dose and make a great bill, and
you'd probably die just the same"
Ept
tie OF water got cut a clean towel, and as
she entered the bed room with dish of
warm water in her hands, she said:
"Now. then, I must wash your feet and
cut your toe-naiis."
She sat beside the bed, took one of his
feet on her lap, and that sweet smile on
her face proved that illness would be gain
to her OF pound Of flesh per day.
s'My soul but I'm glad 1 thought to
wash your feet ~ she exclaimed, as she
rubbed them with wet towel, 81 would
not have had the neighbors come in and
see these feet for all we are worth"
She wanted TO scrape the soles with an
old case knife, but lie would not permit it.
She, however, got the shears aud had a
good time cutting his toe-nails and digging
under them. She worked iudustriously
70, half an hour, and then held the foot off
and looked at ii adnliringly and said {:
'.There I'll take my oath thai you have
got the cleanest feet in town.
Tie half admitted that he felt better,
and, greatly encouraged, she sent Sarah
Jane out to pull some horse radish leaves.
These were trimmed, laid on the stove,
rolled in her hand, and she went back to
MIR. Jones and said
'Now then, we'll put on the drafts"
She put leaf on the sole of each foot,
tied clean cloths over them, hunted mp
clean socks, and worried them on over the
cloths, and rs she tucked the spread down,
she asked /:
"Now, john Washington, don't you feel
be .ter-a little better ?''
ssOh! dunno - he grcaned, turning
over.
She turned over his pillow, put damp
cloth on his forehead, counted bis pulse,
and whispered
ssSee if you can't catch a little sleep
while go and wash the dishes"
When she went out Sarah Jane had her
! brother William harnessed to a chair and
was diving him around the kitchen for
| her horse.
:.What didn't I tell you your father
was ill?' exclaimed the mother, as she
boxed their ears. at will be a pretty
Story 20 get out that your father lay dying"
| Tue children su bsided, and as TIE mother
piled the dishes together and carefully
scraped the crumbs from each plate on to
! a platter. she couldn't help wondering how
| Sire would look IN Grape. Her husband
was well known, belonged to the Odd Fel-
| lows and debating society, aid of course
everybody would turn ou5 % the fCneral.
She would have lots of sympathy, and the
! mon Of tho Odd EellowS wonld see