The Birmingham age-herald., 1924-09-08
Home Nursing
The Importance Of Recognizing Symp-
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 toms TT was the end of the day and the
 woman in the house at the end of
 the street stood first on one foot, then on the other, in an effort to rest the weariness that had seeped through her system.
 She had been up since 5 o'clock. She had washed and ironed and baked and cooked. And swept and dusted and washed dishes in between. And kissed little hands to make them well, and buttered pieces of bread, and comforted Ted when he fell off the back porch and skinned his leg.
 Just an average mothers day, it had been. And she was very tired.
 She was just finishing her supper dishes when she remembered about Mrs. Jones, the aged widow, who lived three houses away.
 "Poor old soul," she thought. q haven't seen her around her yard for two or three days. Surely nothing can be wrong" The very thought made her hurry to unite her apron. She stopped to pick up some mignonette and pansies in the back yard.
 The Jones cottage was dark and si lent.
 When Margaret Lang tapped and nc answer came she pushed the door open and entered quickly, to find what she had feared in her heart-old Mrs Jones was i'll.
 But she was not alone. A hatchet-faced woman sat by hel bed, resolutely and looked resentfully al Mrs. Lang.
 If you've got children" she said you'd best keep your distance. There's no telling what Mrs. Jones has. wal just telling her that it looked to mt | like she had the trouble that killed my poor brother Sam. He had thu same kind of q pain and stomach mis cry, and nothing would stay down-jus like she has,"
 Nonsense" snapped Mrs. Lang Have you had the dOctor?"
 Doctors cost more than they ar' worth," began the hatchet-faced wo man, but Margaret turned to Mrs Jones without listening.
 Did you want the doctor?" sh' asked.
 Mrs. Jones nodded. Apparently he self-appointed nurse had frightened he into believing that her days were nun bered.
 Margaret explained firmly and deter minedly that she was the mother O five and experienced in the sick room She insisted upon sending for the doc tor and while the gloomy neighbo went grumbling to fetch him she ral home for her thermometer. Satisfie that old Mrs. Jones was not at death door with vague fever, Margaret uu loaded few quilts from the bed. Mrs Jones looked nervous.
 Sarah will put them on again, she said doubtfully. Sarah says there nothing like a good sweating out for fever"
 Margaret curbed the impulse to snii and went on taking off quilts.
 Seems like the load is gone off m chest now" Mrs. Jones said at lengtl Margaret nodded. She was busy bring ing warm water and towels and sh quickly sponged the old lady, just ge ting her settled between clean, coC sheets on fresh covered pillows befor the doctor came.
 Sarah looked aghast, but talking wa useless.
 The doctor spoke at length upon tl folly of trying to get along withol eating properly and advised much nou ishing food, rest in bed, and lots ( fresh air and sunshine for the woma who had been allowing her strengt to ebb simply because of undernourisl ment. How a busy woman undertoc to care for an invalid as well as h' own five children will be told anoth, ) day.