The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-05-10
MISERY GETS COMPANY.

MISERY GETS COMPANY.
How . Well Man Became . Victim %
the Prevalent Aiimsnk
.sNeyer felt better in my life, said thu
LAWYER. as he entered and threw off his
overcoat.
I'm glad of it, sir" said the cashier
dolefully. "Tm feeling pretty badly my
self"
What's the natter he asked, as he
took up some legal documents and began
hasty examination of them
Grip. think, sir"
"Nonsensel Imagination. That's all
that troubles half the people who are
sick now"
The cashier retired and the lawyer set
tied Jack in his chair to pursue the ex-
animation Of the documents.
A few minutes later he touched beR
and the Office boy appeared.
''Send Mr.. Capias to me-" he said.
"He's not here, sir,' replied tina boy.
'He sent word that he couldn't como
down"
whats the reason?"
"The grip"
The lawyer grunted his dissatisfaction
and then said:
Funny how everybody's sick. But
then it isn't good day to be ont if one
has cold Never mind, Willie, I'll
make out the papers myself"
But he didn't. He looked out Of the
window and soliloquized bit about the
unhealthy and disagreeable weather.
''Frightfully bad weather." he said, "a
he finally drew his chair up to begin
writing.
please, sir" said the Office boy, enter
ing again, "a telephone message"
What is it?''
"Your partner. Mr.. Legal Brief. sends
word that he is laid up in bed"
with what?'
"The grip"
"Ugh! This is terrible day out.
Shut the window, Willie. There's a
draught here that would kill horse"
'Yes, sir. l don't feel very well my
self"
The lawyer shivered a little as the boy
retired, and after another glance out OF
the window settled down to his work.
Itwasn't for long. The cashier came in.
"Ill have TO go home, sir" he said
81 can't stand it."
"The gripF asked the lawyer.
"Yes, sir, the grip"
"Well, If you're sick, of course that
ends it. I'm not feeling well myself,
but l guess can stick it through. Turn
off the steam before you leave, though.
The room is frightfully bot, and I'll
catch cold sure when go out"
The cashier did as told, and retired.
The lawyer looked out of the window
again, drew his coat closer about him,
and was about to begin work when he
heard sneeze.
as that you, Willie?" he asked.
Eyes, sir.
whats the matter?"
"The grip, sir"
$50 homer roared the lawyer. "Go
home, and don't die in the office"
Then the lawyer fooled with the steam
pipes to get the temperature exactly
right, couldn't satisfy himself, and put
on his overcoat to keep from catching
cold. He tried TO finish his legal work.
but his temperature rose and he gave il
up. He made run for the te hone,
called up a stable, and asked for car
riage.
''None in,' was the reply.
"What Is the natter he asked.
"The grip. All out at funerals"
He gave the telephone wild ring and
called for the family physician. mean
while buttoning his coat up.
SIS DR.. Quinine in" he asked.
'Yes, sir" was the reply.
"Ten him to go to Lawyer Jones
house at once. I'll be there before he
can get there"
HE can't"
"Why notY'
"The grip"
The lawyer turned his collar up, went
down stairs, got cab, shut the windows,
and shivered all the way home.
He was in bed three days, and hasn't
talked about imagination since.-Chi-
cago Tribune.