The Redwood gazette. [volume] (Redwood Falls, Minn.) 1873-1940, 1881-02-17
How He Was Cured.

Mr.. Jones was sick, and Mrs. Jones
was nearly worried to death about him.
The night before he had been kept out
late on business, and in the morning he
woke with dreadful headache, throb-
bling pulse, and an incoherency OF
speech that was very alarming. Mrs.
Jones at once insisted upon sending for
her doctor, new one whom Jones had
never met. She felt sure Il at DR.. Steele
could cure him if he were not already
past mortal aid.
1t was all one to Jones; he was aw-
fully sick; and, although he would have
preferred two-syllabled doctor that
+ he knew. he told his wife to send for
Steele-or the undertaker-he didn' t
care much which of them came, 'Oh-
oh-Oh!' and he Topped over and pulled
the bed-cl0thes over his head.
Perhaps he fell asleep again, but a
hand removing the quilt from his
face brought him back to mundane
things, and before he could open his
eyes his wrist was grasped, and for a
moment he thought he was going
to die, sure enough. There was buzz
zing sound in his ears, and something
thrilled up and down his spine, and he
felt as if some one had lifted hot stove
lid off the top of his head and was fan
ming his heated brain with hand-em-
broidered fan, and he opened his eyes.
thinking he must be in Heaven! But
no! there was the familiar room, but an
angel with bangs and Tam O. Shanter
hat was bending over him: He tried to
speak, but the only thing he could think
of to say was, "Beautiful vision! what
art thou?'' "Hushr' said the vision, :"
-"rm the doctor! You must not talk,
only to answer my questions. You are
q very sick man; your pulse is 1901, and,
if it should 60 up to the other half, you
will die. Now, where were you last
nightp' Jones' hair stood on end, and
cold Preparations ran down his back.
He could have told his own doctor that
he was unloading invoices of hardware.
and he would have believed him, but
those blue eyes were memorable. For
tunately, when he tried to speak, his
tongue was too large for his mouth, and
he could not produce an ineligible
sound.
II thought So" said the doctor, qui-
city, and she took a microscope from
her pocket and examined his beard
closely.
Thank heaven, it isn't dyedr'
thought Jones, who rather prided him.
self on this feature. Then the doctor
returned her microscope to its case and
said, calmly:
II thought so! Lobster salad on his
whiskers-that tells the story" Then
she turned her back and Jones heard
her murmur: "Squills, sixteen drops;
paragoric, one ounce; mix: dose, one
tablespoonful, until ho''-scratching OF
the pencil, scratch, scratch.
Doubtless the doctor met Mrs. Jones,
who bounced on her with, "Tell me,
will he live? Tell me the truth, Nellie,
dear!'
"He will live, Maria-if you give
him my prescription. It's in two tum.
blers, and there's a pumpkin seed in
the spoon used last, SO you want &c
give him the other one next-or is il
that? Well. it's one or the other; but,
if you make a mistake, he dies. It's q
dreadful case of celluloid fever, but I've
saved him."
"Heaven bless you, dearest! Oh,
Nellie. darling, if you knew that man
~ think I do, Maria! Good-by! I'll
send my bill next week; there's no
hurry. By-by"' and she was gone.
Jones heard them over the banister.
He didn't wait to be cured. but got well
at once. He has made arrangements
that, the next time he is taken ill sud-
denly, he is to be sent to the hospital.
He has prejudice against advances in
medical science. Post.