Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1876-02-23

called up STAIRS lor the Sirl lo uress
and come right down.
"Dr. Newcomb, then. For heavens
sake somebody, quick Oh. Joe ! Joe
I'm sure he will die Oh, dear! dear
dear!
:'He's allopath, too"
"Dr Stillwell, then he's just around
the corner"
"Well he'll do. He's electric, with
a leaning our way"
Moseley was going around like a
hen with her head cut off, looking in
the book and then in the chest, taking
up the glass and spoon and stirring the
water without the least idea of what
he was doing.
Presently the girl came down, and,
receiving her directions through the
crack of the door from Moseley, went
quickly about her errands, impelled by
her love for the sick child.
"Don't you think we'd better get
some more clothes on ?" said Moseley,
sliding into his pants, and Delaying
this judicious proceeding by his scared
and bewildeled expression of face.
The anxious mother magnified the
condition of her baby as it went on
from stage to stage, till the doctor en-
tered the hall, when her confidence in
that gentlemans skill seemed to afford
her encouragement.
"Oh, doctor! Doctor said she, as he
entered the room, followed by the
girl, "Do you think he'll die Say no,
doctor: oh, say nor
He smiled pleasantly and shook his
head as he deposited his medicine
cheSt on cllalr.
Not very bad case, / guess. Hell
work through all right, he said, as he
glanced at the patient
The mother overwhelmed him with
thanks for this assurance, as he opened
his medicine chest, and glanced about
the room as only doctors can when
looking for glasses and spoons for
mixing; in doing which he caught
sight OF Moseley's little doctor shop.
"Um!" he said,-"So you keep COW
and buy your mills, too, ell p
Mr.. Moseley was forced to admit
that he did
"Successful, generally, in physic,
MIR. Moseley?' said the doctor, with
Just a touch of sarcasm as he took a
bottle or two from the chest, and com
menced to compound something in the
glasses that had been given to him.
"Most always, at least when things
aren't all mixed up as they are to-
night" responded Moseley, sheepishly.
The young girl was ignorant and
inexperienced; but when she saw the
doctors case and traced resemblance
between it and her employers, and
thought of the probability Of the
child's having eaten some of the pills,
and the idea slowly dawned upon her
mind that the baby's sickness had
something to do with it, she grew
pale with apprehension, and gave a
loud scream that caused the parents
and the doctor to turn about and re,
gard her with open mouth astonish-
ment aud alarm.
"What ails The girl?" they cried in
chorus.
"Oh mum! he's sure kilt intrely,"
she subbed
Mr.. and Mrs Moseley could onl y
gasp. How? who? ?" and look at her
with blanched faces while the doctor
betrayed so much unprofessional emo
ton as to spill the greater part of the
medicine over the patients head. And
then she went on between breath
catchings and snivels to relate the
circumstances in detail. Moseley
sank quite limp and helpless into a
chair, and opened his eyes in blank
dismay while his wife shut hers in
very despair, the doctor meantime
showing what he knew about homeo-
pAthy, by taking off his coat and vest
and moistening his hands much like u
man about to saw wood or engage III
some equally laborious undertaking.
''He seems to be all over the Group
now," said he as he bent over the
crib.
"Oh. doctor! doctor is it so and is
he all safe ?" said the mother, joyfully.
Sand, continued the doctor, without
answering her, "if | am any judge OF
symptoms, he is just getting ready fol
the fever and ague now
Moseley looked discouraged. He
had bad 1t himself.
"Can you help him any?" said the
anxious mother.