The news and herald. (Winnsboro, S.C.) 1877-1900, 1881-03-24
TRI-W EEKLY EDITION
beats, but, darting from me, he exclaim-

beats, but, darting from me, he exclaim-
ed
"rherc goes the biggest sDake yct--thc
old serpent of all = making slash with the
poker, which caused me to do .ge into a
corner.
"Leavmg two to watch him, and accomp-
| anied by the man who had summoned me.
| hurried home to prepare such remedies
US | should conclude the case required-a
point, must confess, was very far from
clear upon. | had been reared in tenn
pcratc community, had seen little intoxica-
ton or its effects, and my reading had not
borne specially in that direction.
t"Before reaching my office, however,
decided what course TO take. There was
no time to consult books. Besides | was
ashamed TO do that in the presence of the
man who waited to carry back the pllysi c.
lie would have taken it as confession of
ignorance, and would have lost no time in
proclaiming me Ounce.
"Overhaujing my stock OF drugs, and
taking little from every one, | produced
mixture, some element of which | hoped
might prove Il service.
''Give him tablespoonful of it every
half hour,' said to the man, handing him
the bottle, on which WAS careful to put
no label.
'Not caring to be present TO witness The
effect Of my maiden prescription, Tell
MIR. Topham III call in the morning.
said.
"Whalcvcr my patient did, passed a
bad night. OF all cases in which to make q
drbut, why should the malignant fates send
the very one most likely to expose mc2
'With many mlsgivings presented my
self next morning at the patients door.
Was glad to sec there was no Grape Oh it.
Passing the servant, who admitted me-
hurried. trembling, 70 the sick room.
"Goodmorning, Doc, cried the inyalld,
rising from tumptuous breakfast, wiping
his mouth with one hand and extending
me the other. by George, you did bring nc
through famously! That stuff was mighty
nasty, but it did the business Pm sound
as dollar this morning!
"Beforc | could reply, scry,ne-man
entered, the same by whom had sent the
medicine.
"What's the matter. Dick 2 said Top
ham.
BOXERS dead, Sir"
dead! The deuce There's a gol /
suppose you forgot to call ut Bolts" the
farriers for that drench yesterday; lust
like you when my back Is turned
"No, SIR" the man replied: Il stopped
and got it Oh my way from the doctors,
and gave it according to direction
'Just my luck |" cried Topham, smit,ng
the table, You see, DOC, Boxer was my
fastest trottcr. l counted on winning q
mint Of money on HIM at the coming races,
and now he's gone and kicked the bucket.
Well, peace to his moncS :" as the poet
says Here, Dick, hand the doctor tina,
medicine bottle from the mantcl. He may
rs we'll fill it up again. This mornings
luck may set me on fresh spree, and
there's no telling how soon may need
another dose
IA glance at the bottle as took it made
me start. 1t bore a liable, on which read
Simon Boris, rafrier.
"Can it be-" l mentally exclaimed,
"fhat II araS Bolts potion Mat cuved
the man, ana mime that kiitcd the
horse" 1t was strong case of circum-
stantial evidence, at any ra c.
'Quctly pocketing the bottle. | went
my way. If the truth was as l surmlscd,
it never came out. Topham sounded my
praises every where, and soon the local
death-lst was pretty equally filled with the
names OF old Dinso's patients and my
own"