The Brookhaven leader., 1884-04-10
MY NERVOUS PATIENT.

left my carriage at the lodge gate,
instead of going in and right up to the
hall door, as usual. told my man to
drive slowly to Mrs. Smiths. deliver
the message gave him and then return
and wait for me.
This, done, | entered the grounds,
aad walked somewhat wear ly up the
long wind ng avenue, for | was going
TO see case had very little pleasure
jim, and tha | had never derived much
comfort from attending. Had / been
i'll Il mood TO enjoy the beauties of ma
ture a~d art, | had an excellent oppor
funity, for BON were Lere combined 10
render all the surr undings Of Thibet
House as pleasant and delightful as a
p cts dream,
Thibet House is in the country,
tn ugh not very far removed from the
city, and could very easily app opri-
ate column or two of the maya inc to
n cur ory description of its gardens,
slrubberies, its lawns and rockeries and
roseries. This is not my pu u"pose, how
ever. Suffice it to say that ms de and
out there is everything about tn old
place calculated to make one happy
aud coaten.ed with the world.
Alas though, happiness cometh not
from wi hout, from within. hsd this
truth to learn on that particular day,
if had never learned it before.
Mr.. Montgomery was hardly pa
tient to my liking. On. BIT may be
as well to mention here that in this
ser es | shall give the real names of
neither pla es or persons. To do SO
would be obviously unfair. The reader
may rely upon facts, however) No,
Mr.. Montgomery was no. Il pat ent to
my liking. He was not whit one might
call @ satisfactory pat ent, and | was
getting ircd of him. | do not think t
was through my fault that he was net
progressing favorably. l d d all l
could for him in the way of adv ce and
medicine, but now, at the end of six
months, | felt that, though he could
well enough afford 10 pay my bills,
was taking his money for nothing.
| had another ca Sc for being some
what weary and d scOntented to-day. |
had been Up most of the night, and late
hours are not conducive to serenity of
temper during the day that Icceeds
them. Mr., Montgomery private >it-
tng-room was in a corner of the house,
with a large French window overlook
ing the lawn and shrubbery. He was
ut the window. and saw me coming
along and making my way toward the
hall door. Perhaps he had been watch
jn2 for me, for he opened the ca enent
and ran down the steps to welcome me.
Goodness, Doctor! he exclaimed, as
we shook hands; "yoI are not walking,
n e you? You are surely never walk
lng!' | assured him that was, but
admitted that my brougham was not Il
very long way off.
Come in, anyhow" he said. "Iome
in, come in.
1T is a lovely Spring morning. l
remarked, lingering on the lawn and
gazing around me. Some parts of the
lawn were all ablaZe with snowdrops
and crocusseS, and it is quite treat to
see the dewy primrose peeping from
under the. .sheltering rhOd 5dendrOns and
laurels.
"Yes, it is fine day, but come in,"
he said. at is raw and cold"
''Cn the contrary, L replied-for
just felt in the mood to contradict HIM
--''t is deliciously mild and balmy.
and if you feel cold it is because your
blood is thin. and not sufficiently
aerated. If you went out every day
and kept yourself out for hours. as
wish you to do, you would not find it
cold, can assure you"
And that is precisely what moan
to do" he sa d, las soon as the weather
gets little more settled, and these ter
rible Spring winds cease to blow. Come
in."
We entered He was about to close
the window when sad:
NO, my friend; don't let us ban sh
the ozone. You and both need t, for
I've been up all night with bothering
case"
YES he said; "and you look pale"
And you; how do you feel?"
"Just little return of my old foe the
ague last evening, but think Danish
ed that by taking..a good night-cap, put
my feet in hot mustard and water, and
having an extra covering on the bed.
Feel flying pains all over me to-day
rheumatism, / suppose-some slight
fuilness in the head too, hands hot, and
eyeballs tender to the light. hear
that fever is about. | sin erely hope
I'm not in for anything of that kind,
DOCTOR"
''Put out your tongue. Thanks.
Let me feel your arm"
''Am worscp" he asked. mo fever
--eh?"
"Night-cap fever" replied bluntly.
The lying pains you talk of have no
existence eXcel { in your own imagina-
ton. That's so, Iassure you"
well, dare say shouldn't have
taken the night cap"
''No, am sure you shouldn't have.
Ear better had you gone to bed after
the slight but solid supper / ordered
you, simply taking bottle. OF seltzer
water, with ten or fifteen grains OF the
bicarbonate of soda in it. You would
have slept then without tossing about. :"
My patient had not, to outward APP
pearance, the diathesis of nervous
man, being somewhat pale, but he SCI
dom looked anxious, and he was in