Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1900-06-08
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MIR. JOBSON looked very solemn
iv and resigned when he got home
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,
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 guess my
race is about run"
"What in the world makes you"
"Now, kindly refrain from giving
way to any expressions of alarm" cut
in Mr.. Jobson, with wan smile. "Fve
felt it coming on me for some time
past, but haven't said anything about
it, because 1 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, l
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 IN. B.-What ailment
in life, up to blighted affections, does
not modern woman use the hot water
bag for?) and 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.
'It's 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"--Mrs. Jobson had her
handkerchief, done up in little wad,
at 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 seemed to demand
the accompaniment of slow, tremolo
music on the T.. 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 doubt in
life 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'
0but I'll be in raging fever before the
night is over. The fever comes later
i've got the preliminary symptoms
dull main in the back of the head, shiv-
ery feeling along the spine, no appe-
tite. lassitude, all-gone feeling in gen
eral. and finally strong presentiment
that this all MARKS tie Gnu VI my u"J %
I've looked the subject up in book
I've cot 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 unconsciousness my
dear-you know people with typhoid
become delirious when the fever gets
n good hold on them--l've got few
little things to say and some directions
TO leave in case anything happens to
me"-Mr. Jobson said, "in case any
thing happens TO me" in an exceeding
Iv affecting. sepulchral way-"and
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 | have
Is stronger than any superficial words
Of any mere doctor could possibly be,
said Mr.. Jobson, dismally Il know