Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1890-01-30
There is Still Plenty Of Time
Yes, yes, replied he

-bO W tuo uoNll WIN lOuI IcaIs!
Do you not see. good woman, that l
am busy
'Busyr replied the old woman.
How do | know what at? Trying to
discover the great secret, perhaps, and
while you are thus crafty tempting
the devil, the poor dear lady is dy-
ing
'Tum secunda elapsa bora, ct aqua
incandescente, camden iterum injicies
pulverem.'
The doctor threw two handfuls of
white powder in the vase, and went
on reading some old parchments.
The old woman drew a long and
deep sigh. The doctor was a young
man, twenty eight years of age, per-
haps, but it was difficult to guess at 1t
from his pale and emaciated coun-
tenance. You could only see that
hard study, or perhaps grief, anything
but years, had imprinted on his fore.
head deep, solitary, and Premature
furrow; and to look at his hollow
cheeks, sallow complexion, and long
and tangled hair, one could not bu:
feel regret that the bloom OF health
did not now animate his regular and
beautiful features.
He was bending over the vase;
sometimes rekindling, with his breath,
the dying Goals, or else interruptlng
his reading to throw powders and
herbs into the water.
The great secret-old goose-bet-
ter, much better than that. A right
of life and deathl'
And suddenly he exclaimed;
That is it-admirably, admirably
DONE"
'Now, old mother, I am at your
service, added he, as if the old wo-
man was still there-but she had
gone.
The doctor poured into a small bot
tie his chemical preparation, a blue
liquid which produced a sweet per-
fume, he threw his dark mantel over
his disordered clothes, and left his
laboratory, holding IN his hand his
precious vial, carefully wrapped in the
folds of his mantel, to hide it from
the curiosity of others, or to preserve
it from the accidents of a long and
rapid walk.
1t is twenty minutes fast walking
from the Quai de lHorloge to the Rue
des Tournelles; in twenty minutes the
doctor had reached his destination.
He stopped before large and hand
some hotel; the walls that surrounded
the courtyard were high and thick,
the door solid and boardered with
iron-a precaution not to be forgotten
for all this took place in December,
1884, during the reign of King Henry
the Third.
He knocked, and from behind
barred window a servant recognized
and admitted him.
'Alasl Sir Eudor,' said a man of
about 60 years of age, 4 have but very
little hope'
The doctor hardly restrained a
smile, but the old man did not per-
celve this eyes were filled with
tears.
you must not give up entirely, M. |
le Compte; nature and science have so
many resources. These consoling
words were uttered IN a sneering
manner, and the count continued to
weep. Eudor shrugged his shoulders
as if the husbands grief struck him
as absurd or ridiculous. Without |
adding word, he drew aside cover
ing of thick tapestry, and entered a |
large and somber apartment The
count followed him.
1t was the patients room. In the
background, surrounded by curtains,
stood the bed. The doctor approached
and motioned to the count to open
the window. The beautiful face Of
female then became visible; suffering
had sourcely altered her delicate and
perfect features. Her sweet face was,
indeed, pale, and beneath her long
black eyelashes was a small blue circle
but who would not have preferred
her appearance, i'll as she was, to the
most blooming beauty?
Eudor gazed fixedly at her. The
count threw himself on the foot of the
bed and fixed his eyes on the doctor,
who, wrapped up in his own medita-
tions, thought neither of encouraging
nor discouraging him. After few
moments of silence, Eudor gently
lifted the coverlld and took the arm of
the patient to feel her pulse.
A shudder indicated that the count
ess was on the point of waking; the
doctor looked anxiously around.
The crisis will take place when she
awakes; the least emotion may prove
fatal You must retire, sir
Il will hide behind this curtain,
said the count. 4 do SO long to see
her open her eyes,.
Really, said Eudor: with disdain-
ful and angry smile. well, count,
edjoy that pleasure, and risk your
wife's life for such miserable salts
faction
The count, after a moments hesita-
tion, gave in; the doctor promised to
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