Article January 5, 1899 Issue

Miscellany

"Medical science occasionally makes a grand miscalculation," said an old citizen to the Tales-of-the-Town man. "I never pass a certain house on lower Prospect Street without remembering that twenty-eight years ago a certain noted doctor of this town—he died recently—condemned me to death. 'You have but a week to live,' he said.

"This was information of somewhat serious import to me, although at that time I didn't much care whether it was a week or a month. But I went to another doctor. 'Are you really frightened?' he asked. 'No,' I said, 'I've got beyond that.' Then he remarked, 'You can't last a month.' Somehow this corroborative testimony didn't satisfy me. Before I got through my search for information I consulted eight doctors. And, by the way, I was hunting through the second week before I made the rounds. Of course they all agreed pretty well. The most liberal man of the lot said I might pull through for a year, but he greatly doubted it. The other medics gave me from a week to three months.

"Well, sir, I've attended the funerals of five of those doctors, and, please God, I'll see the other three under the sod before I quit.

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