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Show MISERY LOVES COMPANY, How the Doctor Got Even With One of His Patients. Shortly after 2 o'clock ono bitter winter morning a physician dfove four miles In nnswer to a telephone call. Ono his nrrlvnl tho man who had summoned sum-moned htm Bald: "Doctor, I nln't In any particular pain, but somehow or other I've got n fooling thnt death is nigh." Tho doctor felt tho man's puIbo nnd llRtenod to his heart. "Havo you mndo your will?" ho uaked finally. Tho man turned palo. "Why, no, doctor. At my ago oh, doc, it nln't truo, Is it? It can't be truo" "Who is your lnwyer?" "Hlgginbothnm, but" "Then you'd hotter send for him nt once." Tho patient, whlto and trembling went to tho phono. "Who's your pastor?" continued tho doctor. "Tho Rev. Kellogg M. Drown," mumbldd tho patient. "Dut, doctor, do you think " "Send for him Immediately. Your father, too, Bhould bo summoned; also your " "Say, doctor, do you really think I'm going to dlo?" Tho man began to blubber softly. Tho doctor looked at him sternly. "No, I don't," ho replied grimly. "There's nothing at nil tho matter with you. Dut I'd hato to bo tho only man you've mado un idiot of on n night llko this." |
