Wessington Springs herald. (Wessington Springs, Aurora County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1891, 1891-05-15
ALL THE EFFECT OF IMAGiN-
ATOM.


A Iavv,r,s Practical illustration OF HIS
Theory of the Grip Epidemic.
"Neyer felt better in my life" said
the lawyer as he entered the Office ard
threw off his overcoat.
"Tm glad of it, sir" said the cashier
dolefully. I'm feeling pretty oauly
myself"
"What's the matter?" he asked as he
took up some legal documents and be-
gan a hasty examination of them.
Grip, think, sir.
Nonsense! Imagination. That's
all that troubles half the people who
are sick now"
The cashier retired, and the lawyer
settled back in his chair to pursue the
examination of the document.
A few minutes later he touched bolt
and the Office boy appeared.
"Send Mr.. Capias to me" he said.
"He's not here, SIR" replied the boy:
"He sent word that he could come
down"
whats the reason?"
"The grip"
The lawyer grnnted his dissatisfac-
ton and then said:
Funny, how everybody's sick. But
then It isn't good day to be out if one
has cold. Never mind, Willie. I'll
make out the papers myself"
But he didn't. He looked out of tho
window and solilquized bit about tho
unhealthy aud disagreeable weather.
"Frightfully bad weather." he said
as he finally drew his chair up to tho
desk to begin writing.
"Please, SIR said the Office boy, en-.
tering again, "a telephone message"
what is it?"
"Your partner, Mr. Legal Brief, sends
word that he's laid up in bed"
with what?"
The grip"
"Ugh! This is terrible day. Shut
the window, Willie. There q draft
here that would kill horse"
YES, sir. I don't feel very we'll N.Y.
self"
The lawyer shivered little as the
boy retired, and after another glance
out of the window settled down to his
work.
It wasn't for long. The cashier came
in.
"I'll have to go home, sir" he said.
II can't stand it"
"The grip?" asked the lawyer.
eyes, sir; the grip"
swell, ii you are sick of course that
ends it. I'm not feeling we'll myself,
but I guess 1 can stick it through.
The room is frightfully hot and I'll
catch cold sure when I 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 a sreeZe.
Is that you, Willie?" he asked.
"Yes, sir.
whats the matter?"
"The grip. sir"
home, and don't die in the office"
Then the lawyer fooled with the
steam pipes to get the temperature ex
actly right. couldn't satisfy himself, and
put on his overcoat to keep from catch
ing cold. He tried to finish his lega
work, but his temperature rose, and he
gave it PIP. He made run for the tel
ephone, called up livery stable, ani
asked for a carriage.
None iu, was the reply.
whats the matter?" he asked"
"tThe grip. All out ut funerals"
He gave the telephone wild rim.
and called for the family physician
meanwhile buttoning his coat up.
els DR.. Quinine in?" he asked.
Eyes, sir, was the reply.
"Tell him to go to Lawyer Jones
house at once. I'll be there before b,
can get there"
He can't"
"Why not?" .- -..
"The grip"
The lawyer turned his collar up, wen
downstairs, got cab, shut the win
dows, and shivered all the way home.
He was in bed three days and hasn'
talked about imagination since.-Chi
cago Tribune.
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