The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1885-04-03

my forehead. / could not keep back
the groans of agony which rose to my
lips.
Presently the nurse came in. See
ing how terribly L was suffering, he
called the surgeon who CHANGED to be
passing through the hall.
"Poor fellow he's bound to have g
hard time of it," the surgeon said.
'Give him this powder now, and if it
doesn't relieve him, give another. 1t
may be necessary to give two, but
don't do so unless he suffers intense
ly."
| swallowed the powder. Gradual
ly the sense of excrucating pain died
out, and at last oblivion cane.
1t was late at night when woke
from the stupor produced by the
drug.
just as it came daylight the pain
began again, with redoubled intensity.
1t would seem to concentrate itself for
a moment in my shoulder, then spread
all over my body like ripples. on a
puddle of water into which one drops
a stone. Every ripple of pain seemed
to burn its way along nerve and
artery, and could not help shrieking
out in the intensity of my torture.
The nurse was greatly alarmed
when he came in, and hastily emptied
some powder from vial he carried
into glass of water, and held it to
my lips, l drank the draught eagerly,
hoping for relief from pain, or death.
l cared not much which.
Again that deadly stupor crept
over me, and felt all consciousness
leaving my brain. Soon knew no
more.
When again vague sort of con-
seriousness came stealing in upon my
benumbed senses as the first faint
beams of coming day steal in upon
the gloom and darkness of night, L
became aware of the sounds of voices
in the room. / could hear words
spoken, but they seemed far off.
Gradually they seemed to come near
er until at last 1 could distinguish
what was being said.
HE died day before yesterday" I
heard the surgeon say, in tones full of
respectful sympathy. sThe nurse
found him suffering terribly and gave
a large dose of morphine. That SEEM
ed to quiet him. The nurse reported
the case to me, and L came as soon as
1 could. When L came he was dead.
1 am sorry you could not have been
here sooner, madam. He often spoke
of his mother. If ! had dreamed how
near the end was, would have tele-
graphed at once. But I supposed
there was 10 immediate danger"
II wish L could have been here"
voice choked with tears made reply
the voice of my mother. "Oh, my
poor boy!''
Then 1 felt warm kisses pressed upon
my lips and tears felt like rain upon
my face.
Good God! They thought I was
dead. The terrible truth flashed over
ME like lightning.
For many hours 1 had been lying
here wrapped in the icy semblance of
Heath, and my mother was preparing
20 take my body home for BURIAL 1
'ried to open my eyes, to speak. In
vain No muscle moved in response
% the dictates of my will. The cur
'ent of life was frozen in my veins.
1t was terrible, terrible, terrible, the
lwful sickening feeling that crept over
ne when found that my body had
brown off allegiance to my will, that
was powerless to move finger or
ift an eyelid. l was dead to thought
;ame to me that perhaps this was all
appearance. Once the really
leath, and my soul had not yet taken
is leave of the house of clay. But L
ould not believe that, and l strove to
make off the lethargy upon me again
nd again. But my will could not ac-
omplish its purpose. 1 felt myself
eceding into Inconsistencies again.
s wave goes out from shore till its
1enty is lost. was wave on the
ide of life, going out into oblivion. /
bought then that L was indeed dying.
he semblance of death was fast be-
oming its reality. Then came
mother long and utter blank in my
xistence.
When again consciousness returned
brought a sensation OF intense cold.
seemed to be IN. some region of ice
nd frost. All my energies seemed
ongealed in deadly numbness. Again
tried to move, to open my eyes. Not
muscle stirred.
How long was this to continued /
,ked myself that question, but l
,uld not answer it. Then the thought
.me again that after all | might be real |
dead. How did know that the soul
# the body when what men call death
kes placer Might it not remain and
, conscious of earthly things rs be-
rep Who could tell what happened
ter the breath of life has lett the j
,dyp The lips of those called dead
,ver opened to divulge the secrets of
,ath. Perhaps | was finding them {
It. But mol mol Ii could not be /
at was dead! / was in a trance. c
ut they believed was dead, and they
ould bury me alive!
By slow degrees the truth of my po- f
ion came upon me. l was in my 9
fin! d
| leave you to imagine, If you can, a
nat | felt. But you can not. No S
@ can who has not been through the
me terrible experience. k
Then steps came into the room. / a
{ myself lifted and borne out. l CT
Is carried for some distance. Then