General stores -- Fiction; Married people -- Fiction; West (U.S.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"'Twon't be so bad as the first one, unless it comes to-day. They have
four different and regular periods--every day, every other day, once
in three days, and once in seven days, and each is worse than all of
the others combined--according to the person who has it. I'll soon cure
yours, whichever kind it may be, and after that I'm going to get Mrs.
Taggess to keep you in mind of the necessary precautions against new
attacks, for I've special use for you in this town and county. I wonder
if Caleb has told you that you, too, are a means of grace? No? Well,
he's a modest chap, but he'll get to it yet, and I'll back him up. This
county has needed a visible standard of physical health for young women
to live up to, and you entirely fill the bill."
"I shouldn't wonder, Doctor," said Philip, while Grace blushed, "that,
religious though you are, you sometimes agree with the sceptic who
said that if he'd been the Creator of the world he'd have made health
catching, instead of disease."
"No, I can't say that I do. Heaven knows I'm sick enough of sickness;
no honest physician's bills pay him for the miseries he has to see, and
think of, and fight; but health's very much like money--it's valued
most by those who have to work hardest to get it: those who come by
it easily are likely to squander it. I can't quite make out, by the
ordinary signs, how your wife came by her own. I wonder if she'd object
to telling me. I don't ask from mere curiosity, I assure you."
"I'm afraid 'twill stimulate my self-esteem to tell," Grace replied,
with heightening color, "for I'm prouder of my health than of anything
else--except my husband. I got it by sheer hard, long effort, through
the necessity for six years, of going six days in the week, sick or
well, rain or shine, to and from a store, and of standing up, for nine
or ten hours a day while I was inside. To lose a day or two in such a
store generally meant to lose one's place, so a girl couldn't afford to
be sick, or even feeble."
"Aha! Wife, did you hear that? Now, Mrs. Somerton, Claybanks and
vicinity need you even more than I'd supposed. But--do try to have
patience with me, for I'm a physician, you know, and what you tell me
may be of great service to other young women; I won't use your name, if
you object. Did you have good health from the first?"
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