Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1876-03-09

gage, to our own bedrooms once
more, and felt great gladness, like
storm -bufeted birds that have found
their nest again.
Mrs. McWilliams sped to the nur-
sery to see how things were going on
there.-SAe was back in moment
with new dread. She said:
"What can make the baby sleep
ysoy
| said:
sWhy. my darling, baby always
sleeps Ikea craven image"
.Iknow, / know; but there's some
thing peculiar about his sleep now.
He Stems to-he seems to breathe SO
regalarly. Oh, this is dreadful"
Rat my dear, he always hreathes
regularly"
"Qh, / know it, but there's some
thing dreadful about it now. His
nurse is too young and inexperienc-
ed. Maria shall stay there with her,
and be on hand if anything hap
pens.
sThat's good idea; but who will
help youy'
"You can help me all l want.
wouldn't allow anybody to do any
thing but myself, anyhow, at such a
time as this"
Isaid l would feel mean to lie
abed and sleep, and leave her to
watch and toll over our little patient
all the weary night. But she recon
ciled me to it. So old Maria de-
parted and took up her ancient quar-
ters in the nursery.
Penelope coughed twice in her
sleep.
"Oh, why don't the doctor Gomez
Mortimer, this room is too warm.
This room is certainly too warm.
Turn off the register-quick"
l shut it off, glancing at the ther-
mometer at the same time, and won
dering to myself if 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 a
dead eye upon me, and 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
have told you so. Now you see the
result. Our child will never get well.
Be thankful if you can forgive your
self. l never can forgive myself"
said, without intent to hurt, but
with needless choice of words, that
could not see that we had been liv-
ing SUCH an abandoned life.
- t1ss.--want- to
bring the judgment upon baby too?'
Then she began to cry, but sudden
" exclaimed:
"The doctor must have sent medi-
cines?'
| said:
Certainly; they are here. l was
only waiting for You to give me a
chance.
"Well, do give them to me? Don't
you know that every moment is pre-
cieus now? But what is the use in
sending medicines when he kno'os
that the disease is incurableY'
said that while there was life
there was hope.
Hope! Mortimer, you know nc
more what. you are talking about
than the child unborn. If YOU
AS | live, the directions say give one
teaspoonful once an hour! Once an
hour!-as if we had a whole year to
save the child in! Mortimer, please
hurry. Give the poor, perishing
thing a tablespoonful, and try to be
quick" "Why, my dear, table
spoonful might -" 'Don't drive
me frantic! Il x There
there, there, my precious, my own
it's nasty, bitter stuff, but it's good
for mothers precious darling; and
it will make her well. There, there
there. put the little head on mamma''
breast and go to sleep, and pretty
soon-Oh, know she can't live til
morning. Mortimer, tablespoonful
every half hour will -- Oh, The
child needs belladonna, too; | know
she does-and aconite. Get them
Mortimer. Now do let me have my
way. You know nothing abou
these things"
We now went to bed, placing thu
crib close to my wife's pillow. All thi
turmoil had worn upon me, and with
in two minutes was something mor'
than half asleep. Mrs. McWilliam
aroused me:
Darling, is that register turned
on?'
"No."
81 thought as much. Please turl
it on at once. This room is cold"
turned it on and presently fel
asleep again. l was reused ono
more.
.Dearie, would you mind movin:
the crib to your side of the bed? L
is nearer the register"
I moved it, but had a collision
with the rug and woke up the child
/ dozed off once more while my wifi
auieted the sufferer. But in a littl
while these words came murmurini
remotely through the fog of m.
drowsiness:
j aMortimer, if we only had som
goose grease-will you ring2"
| / climbed drearily out and step
ped on acat, which responded with
protest, and would have got con
vincing kick for it if chair had no
got itinstead.
snow, Mortimer, why do you wan
to turn up the gas and wake up tn
child AGAIN.
i "Because ] want to see how mucl
am hurt, Caroline"
"Well, look at the chair, too
have no doubt it is ruined. Poo
cat! suppose you had
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