St. Landry clarion. (Opelousas, La.) 1890-1921, 1900-05-26
Mr.. JObSOn Gets Sick
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NTH. JOBSON looked very solemn
IVk and resigned when he got home
from his office about three hours ahead
of his usual time the other day. Mrs.
Jebson met him at the door with an ex-
preston of alarm.
"Why," she inquired, anxiously,
''what is the
Mr.. Jobson smiled sadly as he inter-
rupted her.
Don't you bother, little woman"
said he, in weak, far-aWay voice, and
then 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 I guess my
race is about rum
"What in the world makes you-''
Now, kindly refrain from giving
in Mr.. 9obson, with wan smile. fFve
felt itsAcoming on me for some Jime
past, but haven't said anything Ebout
it, because / didn't feel like worrying
you. I've always been afraid of ty-
phoid, which is perhaps the reason why
fate has been so ironica1 as to hand me
out my dose of it. I've got all the
symptoms-h 'em for some time, but
now it's case of go to bed and stay, I
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
! not modern woman use the hot water
bag for9 and a toddy steaming over
the 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.s
Its all no use" he said, still in that
thin, 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
the end of my tether. Now, never
mind weeping Jobson had her
handkerchief, done up in little wad,
at the corners of her eyes-''for it had
to come some time, you llnow-it had
to come some time repeated Mr.. job
son, in a voice that seemed to demand
the accompaniment of slow, tremolo !
music on the E. stringnear 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 a doubt in
life that I've got the typhoid fever. !
I've"
But your head doesn't feel warm"
laid Mrs. Jobson, anxiously pressing
her palm against his forehead.
Perhaps not yet,' said Mr.. Jobson,
but I'll be in 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, lassitude, all-gone feeling in gen
cral, and finally a 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 it will
be simply waste of doctors time to
fool around attempting to make any
other diagnosis of my case. Now, be-
fore / lapse into Inconsistencies, my
dear you know people with typhoid
become delirious when the fever gets
a good hold on them-I've got few
little things, to say ndsome directions
to leave in case, anything happens to
Ie''-Mr. Jobson said, Sin case any,
thing happens to me" in an exceeding
1y affecting, sepulchraI way-"and I |
might as well dispose of these matters
now
-But don't you think it would be as
well to wait to see what the doctor
says? He might =
My dear, this presentiment I bayA
is stronger than any superficial wor8
OF any mere doctor could possibly be-,
said Mr.. Jobson. dismally Y know