New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1891-10-18
HIS WIFE VAS SICK.

| Excelsior Springs, No., Sept. SAN old feIlss
from Postum Ridge was in town In quest Of doctor
and after considerable inquiry succeeded In locating
one stridng across the street the old chap entsrs
the Office Of young N. D.. and addressing . nn
who was reading newspaper said:
"How'r'ye. mister
"Good morning sir.'
Gsay. air yer the feller what runs this yer -
| cern7D
| @sir?s cried the VI. d., severely.
@I axed IL yer the chap what hangs out Of d
shop"
at am the physician who offices here sir'
/ .Ohl Jest so. That's what WIZ dhvin' at
it's all right It's your business to nins medians I
| reckon 2"
81 prescribe remedies for the sick.'
aver do whut7s
! "Prescnbe medicine. Tell people what to tahH
how to take it,
aUh. huh. Then yer the feIlcr I wuz loohn' b.
want some medicine fer the old 'oman.'
"what kind Of medicnef"
"Oh, / haint particular bout tho kind. Jest ~.
| thing that's convenient and cheap
| "But man, we must give remedy TO IT the oA
What do you think ails your wifci'
| ,"Hant no idea what
ais she very sick?'
oval. no. not very. She's lest sorter under ~
weather"
"Just complaining, ehf'
"No. size don't complain overmuon. but sno frune
power.'
| ais she able TO get abouti'
| aHant been out o. the bed dnce harvest tina
She was uncommonly stout up to that time. en- mads
full hand in the harvest ever day. But senes tAss
she amt been with shucks."
"She overdone herself perhapsf'
aReckon not. worked right along the side d
Ter, DOM ever bit an grain as much work as ne
did. an it never got me down.
eyes Well what do you think is the troublsr
sGoshamty mister haint ghost Of nsasa.
| know. though. she's blamed bad tuck"
"How Is her appetizer
"Pm afeerd it amt rale fustrate.s n
"Rather weak you thinkP
al dunno II II haint sorter'
"What does she eatf"
"wal she haint eat nothin' for three dayas
@Nothing for three daysi'
"Not err bite. mister
"well I should say her appetite was not hrse rsA'
81 was afecrd 1t was failin'.s
Haven't you done anything for herf"
swhy, yes, yer bet have. I've done everthns
| I could think of'
@ @nf. y you given her medicine Of any lind"
"Wal, everything there was about tho house. rw
sgs e poTSeTs ant fa HsS v SeP S
o. boss liniment. / thought shore that last roun
ef BIZ right out au s sd ar Rs re- 70 ss
| fer hosses.'
SWELL WELL that beats me.n -.
"Yer bet. 1t beats me. too. dock never woun
a believed that thar boss liniment would failed
| Reckon Their old oman must be sorter porely when
none o. them tricks won't face her,
ats a wonder, man. that she isn't dead . :.
"Think sol Reckon mebby, then. she wouh Q
been dead II hadn't doctored her up so keerfnlly
"Man, it's downright shame to have that wo"sn
| lying there like that 49,,
Yer right it is, dock fer asides the expense, Is
| heap of trouble to tend on her. Then Tiers ue
corn getherin' an the winter wood gettin' comm, on
an BY links It begins to look like WAS WAS soi5 70 nsS
shame to have Ter lynn Their, Dock but Its bsmes
rnhandy Eysrthing Is gon 70 rack bout ne pasi
everything since she haint been able to look after EN-
thought she ort TO be got up out o the bed somesN
| so reckoned I'd git little medicine from you Even
II IL costs me five or ten cents low IL 'ud be cheapI
| in the eend than to let FER hang on an wear -
| thing OUT