Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-05-21
MISERY GETS COMPANY.
HoN a Well Man Became a Victim
the Prevalent Ailment.

the Prevalent AiIment.
"Neyer felt better in my life" said the
lawyer, as he entered and threw off his
overcoat.
I'm glad of it, SIR" said the cashier
dolefuliy I'm feeling pretty badly my
self"
Whats the natter he asked, as he
took up some legal documents and began
a 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 back in his chair to pursue the ex-
animation of the documents.
A few minutes later he touched bell
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 couldn't come
down"
whats the reasonT
1.-THE grip"
The lawyer grunted his dissatisfaction,
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 the
window and soliloquized bit about the
unhealthy and disagreeable weather.
"Frightfully bad weather." he said, as
he finally drew his chair up to begin
writing.
"Please, sir" said the office boy, enter
ing again, ga telephone message"
"What is itT'
"Your partner. Mr.. Legal Brief, sends
word that ne is laid up in bed"
"With whatT'
1.-THE grip"
"Ughl This is terrible day out.
Shut the window, Willie. There's a
draught here that would kill horse"
Eyes, sir l don't feel very well my
self"
The lawyer shivered little as the boy
retired, and after another glance out of
the window settled down to his work.
Itwasnt for long. The cashier came in.
"Fl have to go home, SIR" he said.
II can't stand it"
"The grip" asked the lawyer.
Eyes, sir, the grip"
"Well, if you're sick, of course that
ends it. I'm not feeling well myself,
but guess can stick it through. Turn
off the steam before you leave, though.
The room is frightfully hot, 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 a sneeze.
sis that you, WillieY he asked
"Yes, sir"
whats the natter
1.-The grip, SIR"
"Go homer roared the lawyer. Go
home, and don't die in the Office"
Then the lawyer fooled with the steam
pipes to get tho 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 it
up. He made run for the telephone,
called up a stable, and asked for q car
rage.
'None in" was the reply.
what is the natter" he asked.
"The grip. All ont at funerals"
He gave the telephone wild ring and
called for the family physician, mean
while buttoning his coat up.
els DR.. Quinine inT" he asked.
Eyes, SIR" was the reply.
"Tell him to go to Lawyer Jones
house at once. I'll be there before he
can get there"
"He can't
"Why noty
1.-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