THE YOUNG MAN WHO HAD A FEVER.

Thames Star, Volume X, Issue 3204, 27 May 1879, Page 4

THE YOUNG MAN WHO HAD A FEVER.

The young man 1, sitting just in front of BW lias,been ill. He lay, as I learn from the narrative he is pouring into the ears of his weary looking friend, like Peter's -wife's mother, sick of a fever. It was np ordinary fever, either. It came upAn, him, as ho tells his friend, as a low typo of typhoid, but soon developed into malignant.typhus,; and then the struggle for life began. For twenty-two days and nights his friends and watchers never left his bedside. The point of the most intense, pain, .was located right above the left eye. The young man points it outwith his finger and his friend looks at the place curiously, as though he expected to find a label on it. The young man is growing rapidly worse. He has got into the medicines. He is taking a drop of digitalis; now he is taking three drops; now he has just taken six. He will never g|t well I know. His pulse is 103, arid; ihe temperature of his body is 120; Now he /is talking medical Latin;; How aman does love to dabble in thelore of the physician.; His pulse is coming up, and has reached 118. I know he will die. The pain over his left (Bye is increasing in severity, and shooting pains are tearing up and down his back. Now a new pain has set in in both knees. Now his feet are cold, and his dose of digitalis is increased to ten' drops, and he is taking two doses every three minuted. The temperature of his tody suddenly falls to 107deg. His physician standing at the bedside with an American hunting-case, cylinder, escapement, ■ full-jewelled, low-pressure silver Watch in his hand> tells him that if the temperature of the body goes down to 105deg., and stays there, he will die. Now his pulse reaches 120; The temperature of his body has gone down to lOo^deg. The pain over his left eye has received reinforcements, and is pounding away like a triphammer. He is suffocating with a dull heavy heat, but cannot "prespiah." More watches are set for. He counts tip, his insurance. It amquts to 7000dols. Two more drops are added to his dose of digitalis, which he now takes every; time the clock ticks. His hair is beginning to fall off;; his eyes are heavy ;, the end of his nose turns cold; his pulse falls ; ;: he gasps for breath ;>he d—•-.. No, ?by St. George, he doesn't. Suddenly, right in the pain over the- left eyebrow, he " prespiahs.'';■ He is, saved; , The perspiration spreadsall over him. He lives. Merciful heavens 1...' Can it be ? Yes, the (*s*Gth"niustjbe told. ,Ifcisfhis friend,, his weary*,, uncomplaining, : listening .friend who dies!-—Burling ton, Hawkey c.