or necessities. The Lord
reward them abundantly in this life and the next: and bless them at
the meetings which I now feel I cannot attend. Dr. Overholtz comes at
my request and gives me medicine."
SATURDAY, August 29. Suffer extremely, but not quite so much as last
night. I now feel as if I were just on a balance between life and
death: almost gone.
SUNDAY, August 30. Dr. Overholtz comes again and gives me another
course of medicines. I am slightly relieved, but still suffer very
much. The Doctor reports fever not as high as yesterday.
MONDAY, August 31. Rest to-day, but am very weak.
TUESDAY, September 1. Doctor does not come to-day.
For some days past the Diary has been kept in a strange hand. Some
kind but intelligent friend has made the daily records in perfect
imitation of Brother Kline's unaffected style and manner.
SATURDAY, September 5. The Doctor is here, but does not give me
medicine. I write a letter home.
This letter created overwhelming distress in the mind of Anna, Brother
Kline's wife. She had heard about his illness prior to this time; but
when she read this letter her mind seemed to give way, and when
Brother Kline got back home he found her very ill, both in body and
mind. They told him at home that when she read the letter all hope
of ever seeing him again vanished, and the shock was more than her
sensitive nature could bear. It is very sad to relate, but true, that
she never again seemed fairly to realize his being in her presence.
His kindness to her was shown in unremitting attentions, to the day of
his death; and I am persuaded that few men could be found to bear such
a dire calamity with so much patience and resignation.
There were no entries made in the Diary from September 1, to the
fifth. He must have been very sick indeed, during the three days that
are omitted.
SATURDAY, September 6. He says: Brother Samuel Buck gives me a course
of medicine; it works well. Fever entirely broken. Have some appetite.
Begin to mend.
MONDAY, 7. To-day I have rest. Eat some toast bread.
TUESDAY, 8. Still continue to mend, but somewhat slowly.
WEDNESDAY, 9. Take another course of medicines.
THURSDAY, 10. Feel very much better. Can be up some.
FRIDAY, 11. Still mending.
SATURDAY, 12. Doing well. Write a letter home, and one to William
Lupton.
SUNDAY, 13. Still continue to do well.
MONDAY, 14. Still well, but sit out in the cool air too long, and take
a slight backset.
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