The Indianapolis sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1880-1904, 1885-04-05
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lOT Was sent IOi pOSl-IldSle. lie Iell IltI
pulse. and said there was some little
fever, but no cause for anxiety. lead
ministered syrup of pOppies, and little
Mary passed tranquil night.
Next day, about one in the afternoon,
she became very restless, and was re-
peatedly sick. The doctor was sent for,
and cOmbated the symptoms: but did
not inquire CLOSELY into the cause. Sick
ness proceeds Immediately from the
stomach; so he sOOthed the stomach
with alkaline mucilages, and the sick
ness abated. But next day alarming
symptoms accumulated. short breath
ing. inability TO eat, flushed face, wild
eyes. BARLEY telegraphed to a first-rate
London physician. He came. and i'm
mediately examined the girls throat,
and shook his head; then he muttered
fatal -diphtheria.
They had wasted four days squirting
petty remedies at symptoms. instead of
finding the cause and attacking it, and
now he told them plainly he feared it
was too late-the fatal membrane was
forming, and, indeed, had half closed
the air-pasSages.
BARLEY in his rage and despair would
have driven 1.-The local doctor out of the
house, but this the London doctor would
not allow. He even consulted him on
the situation, now it was declared, and,
as often happens, they went in for
heroic remedies since it was too late.
But neither powerful stimulants nor
biting draughts nor caustic applications
could hinder the deadly parchment from
growing and growing.
The breath reduced to thread, no
nOurishment possible except by baths
of beef-tea, and similar enemas. EX-
haustiOn inevitable. Death certain.
Such was the hopeless condition of
the rich mans child, surrounded by
nurses and physicians. when the father
of the poor mans child applied to the
clerk Bolton rthat employment which
meant bread for his child, and perhaps
life for her.
William Hope returned to his little
Grace with loaf of bread he bought on
the road with Bottoms shilling, and
fresh milk in a sOda-water bottle.
He found her crying. She had con-
trived. after the manner of children, to
have an accident. The room was al
most bare of furniture, but my lady had
found a wooden stool that could be
mounted upon and tumbled off. and she
had done both, her parent being away.
She had bruised and sprained her little
wrist, and was in the depths of despair.
All said poor Hope, Il was afraid
something or other would happen if L
left you"
He took her to the window, and set
her on his knee, and cOmfOrted her. He
cut narrow slip off his handkerchief,
wetted it. and bound it tightly and deft-
~ round her wrist, and poured consola-
ton into her ear.
Then her father fed her with bread
and milk. and afterward laid her on the
bed, and asked her whether she loved
him.
Dearly, dearly" said she.
Then if you do" said he, you will
go to sleep like good girl, and not stir
off chat bed till / come back"
NO more / WILL" said she.
However, he waited until she was in
an excellent condition for keeping her
promise, being fast as a church.
Then he looked long at her beautiful
face, waX-like and even-tinted, but full
of life after her meal. and PRAYED to
Him who loved little children, and went
with a beating heart to Mr.. Bartley's
Office.
But in the short time. little more than
an hour and half, which elasped be-
tween Hopes first and second visit,
some most unexpected and remarkable
events took place.
BARLEY came in from his child's dying
bed, distracted with grief; but business
to him was the air he breathed, and he
went to work as usual, only in hurried
and bitter way unusual to him. He sent
out his clerk Bolton with some bills and
told him sharply not to return without
the money; and whilst Bolton ,so-called,
was making his toilet in the lobby, his
eye fell on his other clerk, MoncktOn.
MOncktOn was porting over the ledger
with his head down, the very picture of
a faithful servant absorbed IN his mas
ter's work.
But appearances are deceitful. He
had small book of his own nestled be-
tween the ledger and his stomach. 1t
was filled with hieroglyphics, and was
his own betting book. As for bis brown
study, that was caused by his owing
f100 in the ring, and not knowing how
to get it. To be sure, he could rob Mr..
BARLEY. He had done it again and again
by false accounts. and even by abStrac-
ton of coin, for he had false keys to his
employers safe, caSh-box, drawers. and
desk. But in his opinion he had play
ed this game often enough, and was
afraid to venture it again so soon and
on SO large a scale.
He was so absorbed in these thoughts
that he did not hear Mr. BARLEY come
to him; to be sure, he came softly, be-
cause of the other clerk, who was wash
ing his hands and brushing his hair in
the lobby.
So Bartley's hand fell gently, but all
in a moment, on Monckton's shoulder,
and they say the shoulder is sensitive
part in conscious rOgues. Anyway
MoncktOn started violently, and turned
from pale to white, and instinctiveiy
clapped both hands over his betting
book.
"Monckton," said hisemployer. grave
ly, Il have made very ugly discovery.
Periodical errors in the balances, and
the errors always against me-"
Monckton began TO perspire. Not
knowing what to say, he faltered, and
at last stammered out, Are you sure,
sir?"
Quite sure. / have long seen reason
to suspect it, SO last night / went
through all the books, and now | am
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