The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1891-11-11
HIS WIFE WAS SICK.
He Had Done the Best He Could, but
She Didn't Improve.


An old fellow from Postum Ridge was
in town in quest of a doctor, and after con-
siderable inquiry succeeded in locating
one. Striding across the street the old
chap entered the Office of a young VI. D.,
and addressing a man who was reading q
newspaper said:
How're ye, mister!
GOOD morning, SIR"
"Say, air We the Teller what runs this
yer concern"
'Sir?" cried the NJ D. severely.
81 axed if yer the chap what hangs out
at this shop"
81 am the physician who Offices here,
sir"
"Ohl Jest so. That's what wuz drivin
at, SO it's all right. It's your business TO
fling medicine, reckon"
81 prescribe remedies for the sick"
"Yer do whut!"
Prescribe medicine. Tell people what
to take and how to take it."
"Uh, huh Then yer the Teller 1 wuz
Ioolxin fer. l want some medicine fer the
old oman"
"What kind of medicine"
"Oh, hain't particular bout the kind.
Jest anything that's convenient and
cheap"
"But, man, we must give a remedy to fit
the case. What do you think ais your
wife?"
"Hain't no idea what"
SIS she very sick"
"wal, no, not very. She's jest sorter
under the weather"
"Just complaining, eh?"
mo, she don't complain overmuch, but
she grunts power"
"Is she able to get about'"
"Haint been out O. the bed since harvest
time. She was uncommonly stout up to
that time, an made full hand in the har-
vest ever day But sence that she amt
been with shucks."
"She overdone herself, perhaps?"
"Reckon not. worked right along the
side of her, doin ever bit an grain an
much work as she did, an it never got me
down"
Eyes. Well, what do you think is the
troubled"
"Goshamity, mister, haint a ghost of q
notion. l know, though, she's blamed bad
tuck"
"How is her appetite'"
''I'm afeerd it amt rale fustrate."
Rather weak, you think?
81 dunno if it haint sorter."
"What does she eat?"
"Wal, she haint eat nothin fer three
days"
Nothing for three days'"
"Not er bite, mister"
swell, 1 should say her appetite was not
first rate"
81 was afeerd it was failin."
Haven't you done anything for her"
"Why, yes, yer bet | have. I've done
everything could think of"
Have you given her medicine of any
kind?"
Lots of it."
"What have you given herr"
"Wal, everything there was about the
house. I've give Ter pokeroot tea, polecat
oil, turpentine condition powders, an last
night guy Der big dose o. boss liniment.
l thought shore that last would fetch Ter
right out, but it didn't pear to help FER a
derned bit. It's quere. too, for it's power
full good fer hosses."
swell, well, that beats me-"
eyer bet. 1t beats me, too, dock.
never would believed that thar boss ini-
oman must be sorter porely when none o.
them tricks won't faze her."
"It's wonder, man, that she isn't dead"
think sos Reckon mebby, then, she
would a been dead if | hadn't doctored her
up so keerfully."
MAN, it's a downright shame to have
that woman lying there like that"
eyer right it is, dock, for asides the ex-
pense, it's a heap of trouble to tend on her.
Then theirs the corn getherin an the win
ter wood gettin comm on, an, by jinks, it
begins to look like was goin to have all
the work TO do myself. It's not only
downright shame to have FER lyin Their,
dock, but it's blamed unhandy. Ever
thing is goin to rack bout the place, the
fences gettin all down an the tateIs rottin.
an ever thing, since she haint been able to
look after em. l thought she ort to be
got up out o. the bed someway, SO 1 reck-
oned I'd git little medicine from you.
Even II 1t costs me five or ten cents, low
IT 'ud be cheaper in the eend than to let FER
hang on an wear the thing out. New
York Tribune.