Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1900-09-27

call, and I say with a sort of break in
my voice, o, Jack, don't talk of it,
and he leaves the impression with his
appreciative male listeners that ne had
faced worse things than San Juan hill.
That summer l knew Jack was
droopy when he began running down
the cook, but l didn't suggest there
was any loss of appetite. From being
an entirely sociable creature he seemed
to find pleasure in sitting alone and
glowing a good deal, and when I as
sumed more cheerful air than usual
he tried to explain himself by saying,
in the weird, vernacular of down
town, that the street had cold feet
The last familiar phase that always
leads to some sort of an attack with
my husband is when he, as mild man
as ever paid bills, began to damn
things. Then l knew John was ill., and
the crisis came when he got into a
perfectly towering rage with the end
OF a palm leaf that tickled his nose
while he sat reading his Sunday paper.
apologized for and removed the palm,
and when the racking headache de-
veloped lightly suggested the hot
weather, touch of possible malaria
and invited the doctor in to tea.
We'll, the long and short of it was
John spent four days in bed, and
bundled off the children and covered
myself with glory trying to keep my
lord in spirits, and at the same time in
his room. We never once let on it was
measles; that would have hurt his
dignity, SO the doctor and l talked on
a basis of ilcipient typhoid, brought
on by Cuba and overwork, and alarmed
him into obedience. while l kept up his
courage By wondering at his superb
constitution. Poor Jack, he was scared
into fits at the sight of his tempera-
ture, for, uar-like, once persuaded he
is i'll, he g,oms over the future, and |
could easily nave given him a serious
setback by watching him with panied,
anxious eyes, by tiptoeing around the
room, tickling his poor pulse, pleading
with him to eat, hushing all normal,
familiar sounds, and begging him every
10 minutes to tell me how he felt.
Treatment of that sort drives a man
either in a rage, out of his bed, or puts
him into alternate nervous chills and
fevers of sheer fright. The proper
nursing for ones husband is to make
his sick room look cheerful and agree /
able, walk around as if there was
nothing to be afraid of and speak in
pleasant, buoyant tone of voice. Gloat
over his splendid resistive powers. No
man likes his constitution to be i'm
pugned any more than his honesty or
his courage, and by proving to him
that, though 1t suffers terrible strains.
it comes out always ahead, you can
flatter and stimulate him to his great
benefit. When the time comes for the
nasty dose allow him to dedicate II /
with all the naughty words in his
vocabulary. 1t helps him, he thinks. |
and then, when it goes down with /
whoop and gurgle and more language
and facial contortions, assure him you
don't see how he does it, that being |
woman you would faint over the
ordeal, and then he lies back. feeling
himself strong. even in his weakness.
'As to feeding sick husband. I
don't think there is bigger mistake
than to poster him with requests as to
what he would like. to wall at his less
Of appetite and to get up attempting
invalid dishes Men are sociabIe
creatures, snd. if john is taking any