Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1890-11-29
DRINKING WARM BLOOD.
Consumptivcs Who Swallow a Pint Fac
Day-Cf Doubtful Benefit.

oLS was d oIbul, pare gill anu lhOuSH
.he air was balmy, SILVER ran through
ser frame. AS she put the silver goblet,
(which anon had been filled with hot
blood, down on the blood besmeared
board it could be seen that the vessel was
empty The maiden with the palld
cheeks smacked her lips and then said,
in low, sweet voice, to the burly butcher
before her:
THAT blood tasted especially good to-
day."
xviii you have another, miss2"
''Yes, l think will"
The butcher disappeared, but he was
back in an instant That will just
make pint today" he remarked, as he
poured the dark life fluid, rich and reek-
ing, into the girls silver goblet. She
drank it with apparent gusto. Then she
turned, without speaking a word, left
the gloomy building, and a moment
later was whirling homeward in car
riage.
1t was early morn. The sun had risen
but short span above the horizon, and
its golden rays fell slantingly on the
stock yards and on the ungainly dimen-
sions of the slaughter house on Halsted
and Forty second streets, where the kill
ing of cattle had Just been resumed.
I The young lady with the consumptive
look had merely done what a great
many others in search of restored health
have done before her, and are doing
every day-drank the blood of freshly
slaughtered animals in the belief that its
invigorating, nourishing properties will
cure them of their ills and that this
healthy blood will take the place of the
thin, Serious fluid they themselves have
lost. The young lady is the only daughter
CT wealthy parents living on Prairie
avenue. She goes to the slaughter house
every morning before breakfast and
drinks from half pint to a pint of
blood.
Il guess it's doing her good" said the
foreman, who had waited on her. 'sShe
doesn't look so pale now as she did a
month ago. She was looking like a
shadow, just ready to waste away, the
first time | saw her. She told me she
had been dissipating too much last win
ter, going to balls and parties and not
getting her regular sleep, and living
under too much excitement. She'll pull
through, though, have no doubt"
This young woman is one of a score or
more who indulge regularly in the same
practice. Oddly enough, it is not the
large slaughter houses in the stock yards
themselves, but the smaller ones outside
the gates to which those debiItated or
cOnsumptive sufferers go as to a Mecca
of promise. There are a half dozen
slaughter houses on Archer avenue and
Halsted street and the other thorough
fares around. They are away from the
rough crush and hustle of the stock
yards, uninfested by the whoop and veil
of the cowboy and the coarse oaths of
the drovers. To these the timid women
in search CT blood repair, and there they
drink their fill A few of them go there
later in the day, but the most of them
are on hand in the early morning. Men,
too, and boys may be seen on the same
errand. Some of the experiences had
by the butchers at the slaughter houses
with these queer customers are quite pa
thetlc, some again the reverse.
about three years ago." said the
boss butcher at a huge establishment,
"a lawyer began to come here regu-
larly to drink beef's blood. | can't
give you his name, although it is one
well enough known in the city. He had
been hard worker and a high liver. and
his mental and physical powers all of
sudden began to give way to an alarming
extent. Symptoms which threatened
consumption began to appear, and he
consulted the most eminent physicians in
town. They said he was overworked and
needed rest. But they could not give him
relief. He went to New York and put
himself into the hands of a specialist.
But his condition from bad became worse.
He came back to Chicago. On the cars
a man told him he ought to try blood at
the slaughter houses. He gave up bust
ness altogether, bought himself a horse.
practiced a great deal with dumb bells.
and lived very plainly. Every morning
he started from home at O'Clock and
took long ride on horseback. He came
here regularly at Z o'clock and drank
from half pint to a whole pint of fresh
blood, took plenty of exercise at home and
out OF doors, and retired to bed early and
at regular hour. When saw him first
he looked like man about to die-with
hollow eyes, sunken cheeks and listless
gait. Within six months he was strong.
active, and full of life and vim. He re-
sumed his business, and can again work
as hard as ever without injuring himself
III the least. But he is still taking plenty
of exercise, and see him every orce in a
while riding on a bicycle in the park"
"Have you known many instances of
this kindp' was asked.
''Well, no. To tell you the truth about
it, l don't think it was the blood that
cured that lawyer. His altered manner
of living is what did it I remember the
case of lady who used to come to the
slaughter house regularly and drink a
pint of blood every day. 1t didn't do
her particle Of good. l also knew the
case of a young fellow, a student at one
of the colleges, who had been taken with
consumption. He was so weak that he
had to be assisted uD the stairs into the
slaughter house. But it didn help him.
After awhile he stopped coming, and the
next thing heard of him he was dead.
For persons who are really consumptive
don't believe any amount of blood
would do But persons who are simply
debilitated, with proper diet and exer-
else and regular living, are much bene-
flied by drinking blood. Chicago Her
aid.