The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1876-03-23

I shut it Of, glancing at the thermom.
cter at the same time, and wondering TO
myselfif TO- was too warm for I sick
child. .>'. -5s...ss sEs.s 3
The coachman arrived from down town
now With tho news that tho physician was
i'll and confined to his bed. Mrs. McWil.
lia,ns turned dead eye upon me-, and
said in dead voice, s'Thero 10 /: provi.
denco in it. 1T is foreordained. He never
Was sick before. Never. We have not
been living IS We ought to live; Morti-
mer, time and time again / have told you
so. Now you SEQ tho result. Our child
will never get we'll. Be thankful ifsyou
can forgive yourself: can never for.
give myself. ,53s": isi.t. 2!lt.'.
~. I ssid, without intent to hurt, but with
needless choice Of words, that could not
see that We had been living such an aban.
doned life. '''sS,' =. - y '''.'.',.: !
"Mortimer Do you want to bring tho
judgment upon oahy, too - 'S2 ~ !, -
Then she began to cry, but suddenly
exclaimed. 1.-THE doctor must have sent
medicines!'' -. ...tj g.. =,
o.. l said, "Ccrtainly they are here.
chance" -. r j.s..
swell do give them to me! Don't you
know that every moment is precious now
But what Was the use in sending medi.
cines when he knows that the case is in
durable f. '''.1 !"
Isaid while there was life there Was
hope. r.
'Hope! Mortimer, you know no NOR.
what you arc talking about than the child
unborn. If you would-As ! live, the
directions say give one teaspoonful once
an hour Once IN hour ! IS if We had .
whole year before US to save the child in
Mortimer, please hurry. Give the poor
perishing thing tablespoonful and try
to be quick" ''What my dear, . table.
spoonful might''-"Don't drive me
frantic There, there, there, my
precious, my own its nasty, bitter stuff,
but its good for Nelly-good for mother's
precious darling and it will make her
we'll. There, there, there, put the little
head on mammals breast and 60 to sleep,
and pretty soon--Oh, know she can't
live till morning! Mortimer, = table.
spoonful every half hour wilf--Oh, the
child needs belladonna, too! know
she does and aconite. Get them Morti.
mer. Now do let me have my way. You
know nothing about these things"
We now wen. to bed, placing the crib
close to my wife's pillow. All this tur.
moil had worn upon me, and within two
minutes was something more than half
asleep. Mrs. McWilliams reused me
Darling. is that register turned on!'
"No."
II thought as much. Please turn 1t
on at once. This room is so cold"
/ turned it on, and presently fell asleep
again. I WAS aroused once more.
"Dearie, would you mind moving the
crib to your side Of the bed! It is near.
or the register
Imoved it, but had collision with the
rug, and woke up the child. I dozed of
once more, while my wife Quoted the
sufferer. But in little while these
words came murmuring remotely through
the fog Of my drowsiness:
Mortimer, if We only had some goose
grease-will you ring :"
I climbed directly out, and stepped on
4 cat, which responded With = protest,
and would have got a convincing kick 70,
it. if chair had not got it instead.
snow, Mortimer, why do you want to
turn up the gas and wake up the child
again g.
because I want to see how much I am
hurt, Caroline.''
swell, look at the chair tool have
no doubt it is ruined. Poor; cat suppose
you had
"Now, I am not going to suppose
anything about the cat. It never
would have occurred if Maria had
been allowed to remain here and
attend to these duties, which are in hel
line, and arc not in mine."
"Now, Mortimer, I should think you
would be ashamed to make remark
like that. 1t is pity you cannot do the
few little things that ask Of you at such
an awful time as this, when ou1
child
"There, there, will do anything you
want. But I can't raise anybody with
this bell. They're all gone to bed
Where is the goose grcasc?'
"On the mantlcpiece in the nursery.
# you'll step in there and speak tc
I fetched the goose grease and went t.
sleep again. Once more was called.
"Mortimer, I so hate to disturb you,
but the room is too cold for ME to try
to apply this stuff. Would you
mind III hting the fire! 1t is all ready
to touch = match to-
I dragged myself out and lit the fire,
and then sat down disconsolate.
Mortimer, don't sit there and catch
your death of cold. Come to bed.''
AS I was stepping in, she said: "But
wait = moment. Please give the child
some Of the medicine"
Which / did. It was medicine
which made child more or less lively
so my wife made use Of its waking inter.
val to strip it and grease it all over with
the goose oil. 1 was soon asleep once
more, but once more I had to get up.
Mortimer, feel draft. l feel it dis.
tinctly. There is nothing so bad for
this disease as draft. Please move the
crib in front of the fire.
Ibid it, and collidcd with the rug
again, which threw into the fire. Mrs
McWilliams sprang out of bed and res.
cued it, and We had some words. I had
another trlfling interval Of sleep, and
then got up, by request, and constructed
a flaxseed poultice. This was placed up.
on the childs breast, and left there to do
its healing work.
A wood fire is not permanent thing.
got up every twenty minutes and renewed
ours. and this gave Mrs. McWilliams an
opportunity to shorten the times of Civ.
ing the medicinea hY ten minutes. xhicb