St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1900-05-05
DoBLEY'S KILLING PACE
Acvealod When His Wife yYsNa Cook.
book Prescriptions.

DON'T know why it is. said Mr.
Dobley, as he pushed away his IN
tasted breakfast, '.but feel a PRESENT.
ment that | am going to be ill.,
You never looked better in YOU
H1e, said Mrs. Dobley. Don't give il
to any such idea.. It's simply nervous
sness.'
That's it, said Dobley. "My nerve.
are running away with me- They ar,
at tension which threatens sudd e.
COLLAPSE start at the least souneA
wake with the bells ringing in my ear
ana feel as though wise were gri .ppin
my head. It's been that way row fo
thr zee days" -
Its those late suppers Of yours.
ssaid Mrs. Dobley. "You would reauir
the digestion of an ostrich to consum
such combinations as you have been ad
dict ed to of late"
Nonsense, Mrs. Dobley; my symr
Nms have nothing about them whic
Indicates that the trouble is a simpl
'one, which might be removed by bicar
Donate of soda and seltzer. Its locate,
here, Mrs D0bley." Dobley tapped hi
brow mysteriously.
Perhaps headache?" suggested
Mrs. Dobley.
No, it's the rush of modern life,
1sHid Dobley. Its the pace at which
people must live nowadays. We're al
:. lin "A race-trying to see which of us car
Tpush on fastest to the gravel"
Dear mel" said Mrs. Dobley. So
felt sure that the fricasseed crab mea,
in chafing dish and the Welsh rabbi,
you had last night would affect your
liver, and now I'm sure of it. Either
=. one alone is bad enough, but when YOU
combine the two-it is simply dread.
.ful!''
1T is not the liver, Mrs. Dobley, it is
the brain. have confused sensation
as though the optic nerve had gotten
tangled with the spinal cord. Then
there is singing in the ears with a
tingling feeling in the temples, and
shooting pains in the back Of the
lAeck."
Mrs Dobiey looked anxiously at her
husband and took down a cook
book from the pantry shelf.
They have an excellent Household
Medical Guide in the back of this" she
ssaid, as she skinned over the leaves.
Have You had dizzy spells and hal
i1ucinations, with loss of appetite and a
sdistaste for exertion?" she asked, read
ling from ono of the pages.
Exactly" said Dobley. 81 feel as
though my head weighed ton, and
'when 1 attempt to walk the effort of
placing one footbefore the other seems
to completely exhaust my vitality. The
very thought of taking another step is
weakening"
How about chills with sudden flush
es Of heat, sallow complexion and vel
low1sh tinge TO the whites Of the eyes ?"
asked Mrs. Dobley, anxiously.
"Al of those" said Dobley. Il tell
you, Mrs, Dobley, 1 am threatened with
"a serious collapse. have been work
Eng too hard.
"YQl have the grip" said Mrs. Dob
ley, firmly, closing the book, "and you
must not think of going downtown to-
day. Simply telephone to the Office
hat you are i'll, and take a day of
gRet rest at home. will fix up some
remedies that will break up your cold,
for really grip is only an exaggerated
cold. And the rest will do you good"
81 haven't taken a days holiday in
years." said Dobley. 81 don't think it
would agree with me to stay home. I'd
fancy l heard the ticker calling me or
imagine the Office was on fire, or some
thing"
That's just the trouble with all bust
ness men in this country" said Ms. |
Dobley. They allow it to become 4 |
tyrant that holds them in constant fear |
You take q Frenchman or German, or
any other nationality, for that matter.
and he takes business more moderately.
lives longer and never contracts
Il suppose you are right" said Mr.
Dobley. 1T is the pace that kills"
Now. you go upstairs and get into
| smoking jacket and slippers, and.
irst of all, will fix up something that
pou can eat. will prepare it myself"
aid Mrs. Dobley. who had little or no
to put her nursing abil-
ties in evidence owing to her husbands
continual good health. She acted as
hough it were going to be genuine
pleasure to have an invalid ON her
lands for day.
An hour later Dobley was wrapped in
IN eiderdown quilt, with a faxseed
'oultice on his chest and wet towel
bout his head. Mrs. Dobley said she
ad taken his temperature and de-
Jared that it was more than hum
red. so she decided that it was better
OF the invalid not to eat anything.
So very tempting broiled chicken
nth currant jelly, buttered toast and
ca was taken downstairs before Dob
ey's eyes, although he explained that
e had had the first symptoms of real
ppetite that he had experienced for
hree days. Then Mrs. Dobley made
i'm take dose of some disagreeable
,ixture and put a piece of ice on his
cad. Dobley had just become eagerly !
,terested in = new novel when she i
BOX it away and said that it would I
My upset his nerves to read it, and she
zen removed the newspapers and read I
i'm one of Mrs. Heman's poems.
Il am bound that you'll have one day '
perfect rest, John,' she said. "You t
ave positively alarmed me as to the =
of your health"
Already l feel much better" said l
obley. Il suppose my state of nerv-
nsness made me exaggerate the symp- u
'ms. Do You know, my dear, think
should enjoy some toast and tea T
nd chicken. And perhaps small piece 1
steak, also. 1 don't know whether it g
the poultice or the ice on my head. G
ut my appetite has returned C
But the book says: On no account
low the patient to eat while the fever
'ges. I might fetch you some milk :,
I'd lime water IL you think you could :.