The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1876-03-08


Maria shall stay there with her, and
be on hand if anything happens"
That's a good idea but who will
help llyyS yyouYs 49,, n !,
wouldn't allow anybody to do any
thing but myself, anyhow, at such a
time as this"
! said l would feel mean to lie abed
and sleep, and leave her to watch and
toll over our little patient all the wea.
ry night. But she reconciled me to
it. SO old Maria departed and took
up her ancient quarters in the nur-
sery.
Penlope coughed twice in her sleep.
"Oh, why don't the doctor conner
Mortimer, this room is too warm.
This room is certainly too warm.
Turn off the register -quickr'
shut it of, glancing at the ther.
mometer at the same time, and won
dering to myself 70 was too warm
for sick child.
The coachman arrived from down
town now, with the news that our
physician was i'll and confined to his
bed. Mrs. McWilliams turned dead
eye upon me. aud said in dead voice:
There is Providence in it. 1t is fore
ordained. He never was sick before.
Never. We have not been living as
we ought to live. Mortimer, time and
time again l have told you so. Now
you see the result. Our child will
never get we'll. Be thankful if you
can forgive yourself / never can for
give myself"
/ said, without intent to hurt, but
with needless choice of words, that |
could not see that we had bean living
such an abandoned life.
"Mortimer! Do YOU want to bring
the judgment upon baby, to?"
Then she began to cry, but sudden
ly exclaimed:
"The doctor must have sent medi-
cines?"
l said:
Certainly; they are here. l was
only waiting for you to give me a
chance"
"Well, do give them to me! Don't
yon know that every moment is pre-
cious now? But what is the use in
sending medicines when he kno,cs that
the disease is incurable?"
said that while there was life there
was hope.
"Hopel Mortimer, you know no
more what you are talking about than
the child unborn. If you--As l
live, the directions say give one tea
spoonful every hour! Once an hour!
as if we had whole year before us
to save the child in! Mortimer please
please hurry. Give the poor perish
ing thing Tablespoonful, and try to
be quickl" "Why, my dear, table
spoonful might" "Dont drive
me frantic! There,
there, there, my precious, my own;
it's nasty, bitter stnff, but it's good for
Nelly-good for mothers precious
darling; and it will make her well,
There, there, there, put the little head
on mammals breast and go to sleep,
and pretty soon-Oh know she can't
live till morningl Mortimer, a table
spoonful every half.hour will
Oh, the child needs belladonna, to;
l know she does-and aconite. Get
them, Mortimer. Now do let me have
my way. You know nothing about
these things"
We now went TO bed, placing the
crib close to my wife's pillow. All
this turmoil had worn upon me, and
within two minutes 1 was something
more than half asleep. Mrs. McWil-
liams reused me:
Darling, is that register turned onf
"No."
II thought as much. Please turn
it on at once. This room is cold"
1 turned it on and presently fell
asleep again. l was reused once
more.
"Dearie, would you mind moving
the crib to your side of the bed? 1t
is nearer the register"
moved it, but had a collision with
the rug and woke up the child. l
dozed off once more while my wife
auieted the sufferer. But in a little
while these words came murmering
remotely through the fog of my drOw-
siness:
Mortimer, if we only had some
goose. grease-will you ringH'
climbed drearily out and stepped
on cat, which responded with pro-
test, aud would have got convincing
kick for it if a chair had not got it
instead. snow Mortimer, why do
you want to turn up the gas and wake
up the child again?" Because |