At about two o'clock on a cold winter morning a doctor drove
miles to a telephone call. When he reached the place, the man who called
him in said, '' Doctor, I must have strained myself. I haven't got a
sore throat, I'm not running a temperature, but I'm suffering from a
terrible feeling that death is near.'' The doctor felt the man's pulse,
examined him and took the temperature.
"Have you made you will?" he asked at once. "Why, no, doctor," the
man looked frightened. "Oh, doctor, it can't be true, can it? You
must prescrible a medicine for me."
"Have you got any children? Send for them at once. Your father, too
should be called, your..." "I say, doctor, do you really think I'm
going to die?"
The doctor looked at him carefully. "No, I don't," he replied. "You are as fit as anything like this."