Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1881-03-31
beats, but, dartinG from me, he exclaim-

Deats, Out, uartlnK from ME, ne e1Clalm-
ed:
"There goes the biggest snake yet-the
old serpent of all = making slash with the
poker; which caused me to do3ge into n
corner.
Leaving two to watch him, and accomp-
anied by the man who had summoned me.
hurried home to prepare such remedies
as | should conclude the case required-a
point, must confess, was very far from
clear upon. had been reared in a tenn
perate community, had seen little intoxica-
tion or its effects, and my. reading had not
borne specially in that direction.
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 physlc.
He would have taken it as a confession of
ignorance, and would have lost no time in
proclaiming me Ounce.
'Overhauiing my stock OF drugs, and
taking little from every one, / produced
mixture, some element of which | hoped
might prove a service.
''Give him tablespoonful of it every
half nour 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
Mr.. Topham I'll call in the morning, 1
said.
Whatever my patient did, passed a
bad night. OF ali cases in which to make a
debut, why should the malignant fates send
the very one most likely to expose me?
with many mlsgivings presented my
self next morning at the patients door. l
was glad to see there was no Grape on it.
Passing the servant, who admitted me. /
hurried, trembling, to the sick room.
''Good-morning, Doc, cried the Invalid,
rising from tumptuous breakfast, wiping
his mouth with one hand and extending
me the other. BY George, you did bring me
through famously! That stuff was mighty
nasty, but it did the business. I'm sound
as a dollar this morning.
''Before | could reply, q servlng-man
entered, the same by whom l had sent the
medicine.
"What's the matter, Dick p said Top
ham.
Boxers dead, sir"
''Deadl The deuce There's gol
suppose you forgot to call at Botts,' the
farriers for that drench yesterday; Just
like you when my back 10 turned
''No, sir, the man replied: Il stopped
and got it on my way from the doctors,
and gave it according to direction.
'Just my luck |" cried Topham, smitng
the table, You see, DOC, Boxer was my
fastest trotter. counted on winning a
mint Of money on HIM at the coming races,
and now he's gone and kicked the bucket.
Well, ''peace to his names :" as the poet
says. Here, Dick, hand the doctor that
medicine bottle from the mantel. He may
as well fill it up again. This mornings
luck may set me on fresh spree, and
there's no telling how soon may need
another DOSE
"a glance at the bottle as took it made
me start. 1t bore liable, on which / read
SIMON Boris, rarrier.
"Can it be-" l mentally exclaimed,
shat it Oas Botts' potion that cured
the man, and mine that killed the
hOrse?" 1t was strong case or circum-
stantial evidence, at any ra g.
Quietly pocketing the bottle, went
my way. If the truth was as l surmlsed,
it never came out. Topham sounded my
praises every where, and soon the local
death-list was pretty equally filled with the
names of old Dingo'S patients and my
own"