The Democratic pioneer. [volume] (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1845-1853, 1849-09-28

| cethCH poiSon ny HllSIdke.
Off started Jane at speed outstrippine
that of John Gilpin. Fortunately the Doc
tor was in his office, and he came with all
the rapidity proper regard to the dignity
of his office would permit, armed with
stomach pump and dozen antidotes. On
arriving at the house of Mr.. Jones, he found
the sufferer lying upon a bed, ghastly pale,
and retching terribly.
'Oh, Doctor! I'm afraid it's all owe,
with mel gasped the patient
How did it happen? what have you
taken? inquired the Doctor, eagerly.
i took, by mistake, nearly halfa pint Of
antimonial wine
Then it must be removed instantly,
said the Doctor; and down the sick mans
throat went one end ofa long, flexible, India
rubber tube, and pump pump! pump!
went the doctors hand at the other end,
| he result was very palpable. About a
pint of reddish fluid, strongly smelling OF
wine, came up, after which the instrument
was withdrawn.
'There!' said lhe Doctor, Il guess that
will do. Now letme give you an antidote.
And nauseous dose of something or other
was mixed up and poured down to take the
place of what had just been renewed.
DO you feel better now?' inquired the
Doctor, as he sat holding the pulse of the
sick man, and scanning, with profession
al eye, his pale face, that was covered with
clammy persplratlon.
"A little was the faint reply. DO you
think all danger past?'
Yes, think so. The antidote | have
given you will neutralize the effect of the
drug, as far as it has passed into the sys-
tenn.
4 feel as weak as rag said the patient.
4 am sure could not bear my own light.
What a powerful effect it had!'
Don't think of it, returned the Doctor.
Compose yonrself There is now no dam
ger to be apprehended whatever
The wild flight of Jane through the
street, and the hurried movements of the
Doctor, did not fail to attract attention.
Inquiry followed, and it soon became nois-
ed about that Mr.. Jones had taken poison.
MIR. Smith, having finished his business
In Lancaster, was just stepping into his
wagon, when man came up and said to
him and the store-keeper, who was atani-
ing by,
Have you heard the news?'
What news?
Mr. Jones has taken poison
what?
'Poisonn
who? Mr.. Jones?'
yes. And they say he cannot live
Dreadful! ! must see him. And
without waiting for further information,
Mr. Smith spoke to his horse, and rode OIL
a a gallop for the residence of his friend.
Mrs Jones met him at the door, looking
very anxious.
flow is hep inqired Mr.. Smith, in Sc
rious voice.
"A little better, thank you. The Doc
tor has taken it all OF of his stomach
Will you walk up?'
Mr.. Smith ascended to the chamber
where lay Mr.. Jones, looking as white as
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'Ah, my friend!' said the sick man, in a
feeble voice, as Mr.. Smith took his hand,
that antimonial wine of yours has nearly
been the death of me-
What antimonial wine?' inquired Mr..
Smith, not understanding what his friend
ment.
'The wine you left here in the gallon
demijon.'
THAT wasn't antimonial wine.'
1T was not?' fell from the lips of both
Mr.. and Mrs Jones.
why. no! 1t was only wine that had
bought for the purpose of making antimo-
nial wine
Mr.. Jones rose up in bed.
Not antimonial wine?'
No
why, the boy said it was
Then he didn't know anything about it.
1t was nothing but some common wine
which had bought
Mr.. Jones took long breath. The
Doctor arose from the bedside, and Mrs.
Jones exclaimed
well, | never!
Then came grave silence. in which one
looked at the other doubtingly.
'Good-day,' said the Doctor, and went
down stairs. .l-
SO you have been drinking nv wine, it
seems laughed Mr.. Smith, as soon as the
past. vs~i41 with the stomach-pump had retired.
Il only took little toll, said Mr.. Jones,
back into whoes pale face the colour was
beginning to come, and through whose al
most paralysed nerves was again flowing
from the brain healthy influence. But
don't say anything about it. Don't for
the woridl'