Tuey say that misery loves company, and they have said it so often it has passed into a reverb, Yet it isn't an all-round trath, Some kinds of misery detest company. They want to be left alone. They hate to be elbowed and questioned and talked to. A wounded dog will always crawl into some retired place by itself. The instinct of badly injured ten, after a battle, is the same. Ailments that are mostly fancy tend to set tongues wagging. But real, genuine and dangerous diseases don't incite to speech. Crises which ave big with fate usually come and go in quiet, That is why Mrs. Scuffham had no desire for the society of even her best friends at a certain time she is going to tell us about.
"Up to April. 1881," she writes, 'I never knew what it was to be At that time I began to feel that something was amiss with me. I had no relish for my meals, and after eating my chest felt heavy and painful, and my heart would beat and thump as though it.meant to leap out of its place. Presently became so swollen round the waist that I was obliged to unloose my clothing as I could not bear anything to touch that part of my body.
Even the lightest food gave me pain; a little fish setting my heart to beating at a great rate. My feet were cold, and cold, clammy sweats would break out all over me, leaving me exhausted and worn out. At night T got no sleep to epenk of, and in the morning I felt worse tired then when I went to bed. Ialso suffered.a great deal from my feet being puffed up and sore. I could scarcely get about the house. When f went shopping Thad to ride to the town and back as I could only walk a few yards.
time went on I lost my flesh and strength more, and gave up hope of ever recovering the precious health I had so sadly lost. I took medicines, and consulted a clever doctor at Derby who examined me and said my heart was weak, He also gave me medicines, but I got only temporary ease from them, and in a short time was as bad as before. All this time I was so nervous and depressed that 1 had no desire for company. On the contrary, I seemed to want to be alone with my misery. Even a knock at the door frightened me, as though I expected bad news, yet I did not really. My nerves and 99 Don't use
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