Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1900-05-04
MIR. JObSOn Gets Sick

MIR JOBSON looked very solemn
from his Office about three hours ahead
of his usual time the other day. Mrs.
Jobson met him at the door with an eX-
preston of alarm.
why" she inquired, anxiously,
<-vhat is the"
Mr.. Jobson smiled sadly as he inter
rupted her.
"Don't you bother, little woman"
said he, in u weak, far-away voice, and
thcx Mrs. Jobson felt sure that some
thing dreadful allied him-he hadn't
called her "little woman" for years.
Don't you worry at all. And don't
come too close to me, either. I've got
typhoid fever, that's all, and guess my
race is about rum"
'"What in the world makes you"
'''Ham- kindly refrain from giving
way to any expressions of ALARM" cut
in MIR. Jobson, with a wan smile. "I've
felt il coming on me for some time
past, but haven't said anything about
1t, because i didn't feel like worrying
you I've always been afraid of ty-
phoid, which is perhaps the reason why
fate has been so ironical as to hand me
out my dose of it. I've got all the
symptoms-had 'em for some time, but
now it's case of go to bed and stay, 1
guess, with me. I'm so weak that"
Mrs. Jobson had him bundled up in
bed in jig time, with a hot water bag
applied TO him On. B.-What ailment
In life, up TO blighted affections, does
mot modern woman use the hot water
bag forty and toddy steaming over
che spirit lamp, and the servant girl
post-haste out the alley gate for the
doctor.
Mr. Jobson took it all with an an
gelic smile of gentle reprobation.
~It's all no use," he said, still in that
chin, far-away tone. "Of course, it's
good of you, my dear, to set about in
an endeavor to pull me through, but
I've a feeling that I've about reached
che end of my tether. Now, never
handkerchief, done up in little wad,
ut the corners of her eyes-"for it had
to come some time. you know-it had
to come some time" repeated Mr. job
SON, in n voice that ss-Ined to demand
the accompaniment of slow, tremolo
music on the Z. string near the bridge OF
the violin. "When the typhoid gets
you, you know, the chances are about
five to one against you ever living
through it, and there isn't doubt in
fife that I've got the typhoid fever
I've"
"But your head doesn't feel warm,
said Mrs. JObson, anXiously pressing
her palm against his forehead.
perhaps not yet," said Mr.. Jobson
<'but PU be in a raging fever before the
night is over. The fever comes later
I've got the preliminary symptoms
dull pain in the back of the head, shiv'
cry feeling along the spine, no appe,
tite, iassitude, all-gone feeling in gen,
eral, and finally strong presentiment
that this all marks the end of my days
I've looked the subject up in a book
I've got down at the office and il will
be simply waste of doctors time tc
fool around attempting to make any
other diagnosis of my case. Now, be
dear-you know people with typhoit
become de;irious when the fever gets
a good hold on theAn-Ive got few
little things to say and some direction.
20 leave in case anything happens t,
me"-Mr. Jobson said, Sin case any
thing happens to me" in an exceeding
~ affecting, sepulchral way-"and
might as well dispose of these matters
now"
'Dut don't you think it would be a
well to wait to see what the doctor
0ays? He might"
MY dear, this presentiment hav'
u stronger thar any superficial words
OF any rncre doctor could possibly be,
said Mr. Jobson, dismally. II know