The people's journal. (Pickens, S.C.) 1891-1903, 1902-06-26
BILL ARP \ VERY SICK MA y
The Doctors Give Him Nor
phinc and He Has FitftIl
Dreams All Night.

The Doctors Give Him Nor
phinc and He Has Fitf,Il
Dreams All Night.
Atlanta Constitution.
If anyone else was concerned |
would not write this sick letter, but it
may benefit others who are similarly
affected. | have been very sick man
and hardly expected to sec my next
birthday, which is today, the 18th, but
] have scuiiiod through and am now on
the upgrade. One Of my far-away
boys wired me to wolk on my stomach
and would get well. He might as
we'll have wired: "Kcep on living and
you will keep living on"
No, il wasn't the stomach. Il was
higher up where the left vcntricle OF
the heart had got walled in and the
trouble was what the doctor calls the
angina pcctoris, and my left arm was
| helpless. For two days and nights |
| suffered mere Of real agony than i ever
suffered in all my life. Our doctor boy
! was here from Florida, and knew cX-
actly what was the matter, and took
all his medicine, but got little relief
and | was willing to die to get out of
pain. Finally he gave me morphine
in both arms and | went off to sleep
and rest. Those morphine dreams and
| visions are always Il miracle to me. |
thought that in his talk about my
trouble he called il angelina pectoris
for don't hear we'll now, and got the
refrain on my mind, that pretty verse
from GOldsmith's " IIermil:'
Turn, Angclina-cvcr dear -
My charmcr turn to see,
Thine own, thine long. lost William hero,
Restored to heaven and thee"
Ever and anon l could hear it rain-
ing on the tin roof, but it didn't rain a
drop. All night long | was murmur
ing " Turn, Angelina, ever dear" l
couldn't stop it nor think of anything
else to say, but wasn't rcstored-next
day l got some better and as | hadn't
taken any nourishment for three or four
days craved something acid, and like a
foolish boy eat small piece of buckle
berry pie fol supper, which they told
me not to do. That set the dogs to
barking about midnight and set me
back just where l had been, and the
doctors work all had to be done over
again. Emetics and hot baths and hot
water bags and moro morphine finally
brought relief.
That night after supper the young
people had the dining table cleared off
and were playing that pretty little
childish game called ping pong or ding
+ dong or sing song or Hong Kong, or
some outlandish name with its tinkling
balls, AMI 80 | got up another refrain
and was murmuring ping pong, ding
dong and ding dong bell all night. One
OF my boys, who is always punning,
told his mother that hucklebcrry pie
business was simplya case of too much
pie-eaty, and they tried to max, me
smile, but they couldn't. | was past
all wit and humOr and puns and jokes.
But am done with huckleberry pic
and hucklebcrry cordial and IIuckle.
berry FINN and any other huckleberry
| Only last Saturday my only brothe:
died suddenly Of heart failure away
off from home. His time was not
out, for he was nearly twenty yearf
younger than ! am, and now, alas
: ] have no brother, and he was al
ways a good brother to me. But al
most everybody is threatened with
heart failure now, and so am looking
, out for it, but don't want it to come
along the Angelina line. The heart is
the most wonderful and mysterious
organ of our anatomy. IL is called tho
; seat of affections, the desires, the emo
tions. The organ of love and hate ant
Joy, but it is not. 1t is mentioned il
, the Bible more than six hundred times
and always in connection with on
good or bad traits, but it has nothing
to do with feeling or emotion o
,, character. 1t ls nothing but ileshy
pulpy organism, mechanical contri
vance, and has to be carefully nursc'