Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1890-03-22

| Jne mcnulOn Oh Bne WOru pyropioAih h"u
strange and different effect on both
the professor and his wife. She turned
deadly pale, while the professor beamed
out at the young man with smile on
his face.
'Pyroploxin, said one of the other
| physicians, "that is very subtle poison,
| but even If it were the case, we could
do nothing, for it leaves no trace on the
internal organs. A post mortem would
not reveal that pyroploxin had been
used"
1t may.seem strange that the physi-
clans would converse thus before their
patient, but it must be remembered that
the professor was practically one OF
them, and that his nature was so we'll
known, and he so wrapped up in his
scientific pursuits, that he would just as
soon discuss his own post mortem with
the physicians as the post mortem of
anybody else.
The professors wife had meanwhile
stolen from the group and now stood in
n shady corner of the room with parted
lips that were blueish white, and with
glittering eyes that seemed to take in
every movement of the group. The old
professor smiled as he said in his weak
voice:
Gentlemen, that can not be said any
longer. My researches of the last two
years have been entirely directed to-
wards the finding of test for pyroplox-
in, and have found it,"
"Good gracious" cried the young doc
tor, "what is it?"
"Ah, that l can not tell you here" he
said, while the professors wife in the
corner gave gasp of relief. 81 have
written it all out and sent it to the edi-
tor of the University Bulletin" 1t will
be published in tho next number, and l
think will create a sensation in the med
ical world. / don't think that the poi
son, however, is very much used, because
it is so very little known"
sit is so easy to make it," said the
young doctor; ''if you have discovered a
test for it, professor, you have done the
world great service"
The professor smiled, and even the
change of death that came over his fea-
lures at that moment did not quite OBJ
literate the smile from the old and worn
face.
"He is dead" said the young physi-
clan gently to the widow, widow now
for the fourth time, as he passed out of
the room. He had met her in the hall
coming toward their room. She sank in
a chair and was so overcome with grief
that the physician thought, with
pang, that he had been cruelty abrupt,
but his mind was on what the professor
had said and what the professors symp>
toms had been.
He went directly to the Office of the
editor of the University Bulletin.
prof. Ponder" he began, ''died few
moments ago. His last words were that
he had sent to you an article giving the
of finding test for pyroplosion poison
ing"
YES" said the editor, land it is an
article that will do good deal of good,
the more so as the poison is becoming
more and more known. So the old man
is dead is he? Well, he has spent
useful life. Let me see, does he leave
any family?"
''Only widow. He was married
about year ago. you know. Poor thing,
she feels quite cut-up about it. l was
coming out of the room and thinking of
what the professor had said to me, and |
imagine broke the news to her rather
abruptly. You see, until tonight it
wasn't thought that his condition was at
all dangerous"
At this moment the servant said to the
editor: ''If you please, sir, lady wishes
to see you, very urgently"
just step into the next room doctor,
will you, for moment. Ask her to come
i'm
A lady deeply yelled came into the
room and said: "You are the editor of
the University Bulletin, are you not?'
"Yes, madam"
81 am the wife of Prof. Ponder
He sent me for some MS. that he left
with you, which he desires to correct" +"
"What!" cried the editor, in aston
ishment.
HE wishes me to get the MS. that he
left with you, and which was to be pub
lished in the next issue of the Bulletin.
/ do not know what he wants with it,,
but imagine it is to make some correc-
tions. He said it was very important.
You are to give me the MS"
''Are you the aoite of Prof. Ponder?'
"Yes, SIR" replied the lady, in calm
sweet voice.
''Good heavens!" said the editor.
Doctor" he said the next minute, call
ing into the room, ''come here mo-
ment, if you please. / think there must
have been some mistake"
AS the doctor entered the room the
lady gave Shrek and stepped back
wards.
This lady" continued the editor,
''says she is the wife of Prof. Ponder,
and she has come for the MS. that he
left here, as he wishes to make some
corrections in it. That does not coin
eide with what you told me moment
ago"
Madame" said the doctor, severely
''you know the professor is dead"
''If he is" she shrieked, Historically,
''then it is you doctors who have killed