The Van Buren press., 1869-05-25

said step by step from the experience o
those learned in the great science o
medicine.
And in spite of her aching heart, ano
their poverty, Mrs. Ross eyes lighte.
up, aud her thinly y-cut nostrils dilatet
with pride as, letting her needlework fal
in her lap, she gazed upon the high
slightly bald forehead, and deep thought
full eye of her husband, as wrapped in tn,
case before him, his whole being secniet
to dilate, and he in fancy performed som,
great cure. .s4I lE afaH
IL he had had opportunity" sh,
thought to herself, and then signing re
sumed her task, one that betokcned
change at hand in their little household
with helplessness and expense attendant
and she sighed again, but only to checl
herself, and look anxiously to see whethe
her husband had noticed her desponden
cy.
But John Ross was too busily inten
upon his studies, toiing on eagerly til
called to visit some unremunerating pa
tient. from whom he had returned weary
and worn to renew his work. Tive
months had glided away, and their af
fairs were at such low ebb that Johr
Ross would have given away utterly t.
despair, had he been alone
They were seated at breakfast once
more, when Mrs Ross spoke.
"Such bad news, dear"
"What is it ?" said her husband, mo-
raising his eyes from the paper.
You remember saying that the Wes
terms, with their wealth, did not know
care"
"Ah, yes one says plenty of bitter and
stupid things when in trouble" said
John Ross. But what is it 7"
Jane tells me their little boy is dy.
ing" a.rt 1863
Never" exclaimed Mr. Ross, start.
ing. /" What, that fine little fellow tha,
looked heartiest of the hearty 2" f
II fear so. Jane heard it from one
Of the nurses, who says the Westerns are
almost heart broken, and the poor wo
man sobbed herself as she spoke of it. 1t
seems that they wanted to have more ad-
vice, but MIR. Tompkins said it was not
necessary, and now it seems it is too late y
Poor little chap' exclaimed Mr..
Ross, dropping his paper and gazing to
ward the cradle where his own child lay.
by whose side Mrs Ross was now kneel-
ing. to assure herself ofits safety Poor
little chap" he muttered again, and then
aloud, God forgive me, Grace! What
Hind fan1o I apl I nnp;,ns Of
those people"
Father and mother were bending over
the cradle, when there came the rattle of
$Asels horse s,,ad adfDsggfd yDa2nl the
ly, and as Mr.. Ross hurridly opened the
door, the rich Mr.. Western seized him by
both hands.
"For mercy's sake, Mr.. Ross, pray
come My poor boys dying" and be.
fore he could recover from his surprise
the surgeon was hurried hatless into a
broughman, thrust in almost by the ex-
cited parent, the horse was fogged, and
John Ross just had time to wave an adieu
to his wife at the window before the car
riage was turned and they were going at
full gallop through the village toward the
hail. 1
On their way Mr.. Ross learned all the
particulars he could respecting the child Z
illness; how the family attendant had
treated it as Of little moment, and the
child had gradually sunk, till as he finish
eJ his account Mr.. Western exclaimed
in q voice choked with emotion
And now l fear wo are too late. Oh,
that had come last night"
Calm yourself" said Mr.. Ross. :" II
may be tAat l could do no more than
your regular attendant"
Don't tell me, sir" exclaimed the
father, angrily. my child has been neg
lected.- shamefully neglected. That mar
came to my house last night from some
public dinner, and | feel sure now, though
| did not detect it then, that he was ig
norant of what he was doing. But quick
sir, follow me-"
In another minute John Ross was il
the chamber before the little sufferer, ly
ing pale and wasted upon its weeping
mothers knees. For a moment the young
surgeon was almost unnamed, when
looking at him as her last hope, the weep
ing woman raised her red eyes, and join
ed her hands supplicatinglv, as if to say
oh, save--oh, save my child! J"
Wealth was there, glancing from every
article Of furniture in the handsome room
but the cold grim shade that visits th'
palace with the same stern Justice as the
iowly cottage seemed to be there waiting
for a fcw brief momcntc ere he claimct
his own.
For a moment John Ross thought h,
was too late, and his brow knit with dis
appointment; but the next instant h,
drew long breath, and, as il nervins
himself to the strugglc1with the destroy
er, he threw off his coat, knelt down, ant
softly lifted one blue lid, to gaze in til,
contracted pupil Of the child's eye, aud t
listen to its faint breath
Gold Observation-Disclosures" 1t
then said, in quick, firm tones. Nov
brandy. What have You there, arrow
root? Yes, good. Now the brandy
quick"
Father and servants few to execute hi
commands, and in q few seconds tn,
tightly closed lips were parted, and will
dincnlity little brandy and arrowroo
were swallowed Towels saturated will
vinegar and water were wrapped rounC
the little golden head aud extemporizni
fan from an open book. the young sur
geon placed the father at his chilrs heaC
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