Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1869-06-04

wnat ne considered fallacies, or great
blunders, and pointiHg out what would
have been his course under the circum.
stances--not dwelling upon it with any
show Of assumption, but proving all he
said step by step from the experience of
those learned IN the great science of medi'
cine.
And in spite of her aching heart, and
their poverty, Mrs. Ross eyes lighted up,
and her thinly-cut nostrils dilated with
pride as, letting her needlework fall in her
lap, she gazed upon the high, slightly
bald forehead and deep thoughtful eye Of
her husband, as, wrapped in the case be-
for him, his whole being seemed TO di.
late, and he in fancy performed some
great cure.
"If he had had opportunity" she
thought to herself, and then sighipg re.
sumed her task, one that betokened a
change at hand in their little household,
with helplessness and expense attendant,
and she sighed again, but only to check
herself, and look anxiously to see whether
her husband had noticed her despond.
ency. l rE{'. ~tt
But John Ross was too busily intent
| upon his studies, toiling on eagerly until
| called to visit some unremuuerating pa
tient, from whom he had returned weary
and worn to renew his work.
Two months had glided away, and
their affairs were at such a low ebb that
John Ross would have given away ut.
terly to despair had he been left alone
They were seated at breakfast once
more, when Mrs. Ross spoke:
a-" Such bad news, dear.
"What is it?" said her husband, not
raising his eyes from the paper.
"You remember saying that the West
erns, with their wealth, did not know care {"
"Ah yesl one says plenty of bitter and
stupid things when in trouble" said John
Ross. "But what is it?'
"Jane tells me their little boy is dy-
ing"
what, that fine little fellow that
looked heartiest Of the heartyg'
81 fear so. Jane heard it from one of
the nurses, who says the Westerns are
already heart-broken, and the poor wo.
man sobbed herself as she spoke of it.
1t seems thst they wanted to have more
advice, but Mr. Tompkns said it was not
necessary, and now 1t seems it is to late"
"Poor little chap |" exclaimed Mr.. Ross,
dropping the paper and gazing where his
own child lay, by whose side Mrs Ross
was now kneellng, TO assure herself of its
safety. Poor little chapp he muttered
again, and then aloud, "God forgive me,
Grace, What blind fools we are and
was envious OF those people"
| Father and mother were bending over
the cradle, when there came rattle of
wheels, horse was dragged upon the
launches at the gate, the bell rang furi-
ously, and as Mr.. Ross hurriedly opened
the door, the rich Mr.. Western seized
him by both hands. mr. TIT.
q" For mercy's sake, Mr.. Ross, pray
comel My poor boys dying" and before
he could recover from his surprise the
surgeon was hurried hatless into q
brougham, thrust IN almost by the excited
parent, the horse was fiogged, and John
Ross just had time to wave an adieu tc
his wife at the window before the car
riage was turned, and they were going al
full gallop through the village toward the
hall. . .----..-...------
On their way Mr.. Ross learned all tn,
particulars he could respecting the child't
illness; how the family attendant haC
treated it as of little moment, and tn,
child had gradually sunk, till as he FINISHED
his account Mr.. Western exclaimed, in
voice choked with emotion
"And now I fear we are too late. Oh
that had come last nightp
".Calm yourself" said Mr.. Ross. az
may be that I could do no more than you
regular attendant"
"Don't tell me that, sir p exclaimed tn
father, augrily. "My child has beel
neglected-shamefully neglected. Tha
man came to my house last night iron
some public dinner, and feel sure now
though did not detect it then, that h
was ignorant Of what he was doing. Blu
quick, sir, follow mel"
, In another minute John Ross was il
the chamber before the little sufferer, lyin
pale and wasted upon its weeping moth
er's knees Fer moment the young SUI
I geon was almost unnamed, wheu, look
ing at him as her last hope, the weepin
! woman raised her red eyes, and Joined he
hands supplicatingly, as if to say, ooh
save-oh, save my child p
= Wealth was there, glaneing from ever
article of furniture in the handsome room
but the cold grim shade that visits tn
palace with the samG stern justice as th
, lowly cottage seemed to be there waitin
/ for few brief moments ere he elaine
; his own.
For moment John Ross thought
D was too late, and his brow knit with dit
. appointment; but the next instant b
. drew long breath, and, as if nervin
himself to the struggle with the destroye
he threw off his coat, knelt down, an
softly lifted one blue lid, to gaze in II
f contracted pupil of the child's eye, and
listen to its faint breath.
5 "Cold er-towels-vinegar," he the
said in quick, firm tones. "Now brand,
D What have you there, arrowroot? Ye
r good. Now the brandy-quick!
s Father and servants few to execute h
r commands, and in few seconds the tigh
g ly closed lips were parted, and with diff
r Guilty little brandy and arrowroot wei
0 swallowed. Towels saturated with vineg'
d and water were wrapped round the lit
e golden head, and extemporizing fan fro
an open book, the young surgeon place
G the father at the child's head to keep up
8 sharp agitation of the air, and ran himse
4 to throw open the window. ~
j Directly after he was back and watcl
1 ing the child with an earnestneess hsrdl
: equaled by its parents, as at intervals
l. spoke, after drawing out his watch and r
}, ferring to it from time to time.
"Look, =" he said, in short, peremptol
7, tones; the and eyes unclosing, the pupi
g dilate already, there is little more pulls
!, tion-that sigh was stronger"
g Fresh applications were made, and The
v another anxious interval ensued, duriI
I which the dark shadow of death seemed
d fade, and in a wonderous manner light-tl
s faintest dawn of life-seeped to retul
e into the chlld's face.
GOOD, so far! exclaimed Mr.. Rol
/ while father and mother watched hi
n with an aspect almost approaching to Il
o Veneration that must have beamed in q
# face of the Shunamite woman when Il
s. "Man of God raised her child from h
d dead And truly this seemed almost
miracle-the miracle of science given |
8, the Great Creator to those who will stuC
}; and learn His wonders.
], But now Mr.. Ross was at table, hu
a. riedly writing out prescription on lie
,e Of his pocketbook.
l"Take that" he said to Mr.. Western
or "Take it yourself to my wife, and bril-
g. back what she prepares" .et|
le To your wife" stammered the fathel
er "Yes, TO my wife," said the young 81
is gson. "There, man, I'd trust my life
he her accuracy; 90 do not be afraid"
of With the obedience of q servant