A Hard Day at the Coal Depot Ends in Paralysis for One of Olympia's Oldest Citizens
A prominent Olympian collapses after a day of heavy work in the rain; doctors prescribe quiet as visitors crowd St. Peter's Hospital.
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Mr. A. D. Glover, one of Olympia's oldest and best citizens, was prostrated at four o'clock Saturday afternoon by a partial stroke of paralysis. The left side of the body is insensible to touch or feeling, and his locomotion is so seriously impeded as to require him to sit or lie down nearly all of the time. His speech is not in the least affected. The sufferer is occupying a cheerful room, No. 32, on the second floor of St. Peter's hospital. Dr. Riley is the attending physician.
All day yesterday there was a steady stream of visitors calling at St. Peter's to see Mr. Glover. It was more in the nature of the reception of a congratulatory constituency than like visits of inquiry and sympathy. Mr. Glover is a Mason—XXXII—and this fact doubtless had much to do in accounting for the large number of callers.
At 1 o'clock in the afternoon Dr. Riley came to the conclusion that the kindly meant attention of the callers was working more harm than benefit. An announcement therefore was tacked on the outside of the door of room No. 32 to that effect and requesting everyone to postpone personal visits for at least a week. Mr. Glover is not by any means a dangerously sick man; his brain is perfectly clear and he talks much and cheerfully with his callers. It was the fear that from this cause nervous excitement might follow.
It was on Wednesday last that Mr. Glover worked hard all day at the depot receiving carloads of coal. That night he went home chilled to the core and soaked to the skin. Thursday morning he woke and found himself incapable of dressing. This condition however materially changed for the better during the day, and on Friday Mr. Glover was apparently well. Saturday afternoon, however, brought the crisis as recorded. The afflicted man slept well last night and was cheerful this morning. His physician thinks that a fortnight of perfect rest and quiet will put him on his feet able to talk, walk and work as well as ever.
“That night he went home chilled to the core and soaked to the skin. Thursday morning he woke and found himself incapable of dressing.”
In 1892, a sudden illness could immobilize a family and rally a town around a prominent citizen. Today, A. D. Glover's story reads as a reminder of how work-related exposure and community care played out before modern medicine—and how a public figure's health became public news.
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