The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1891-02-04
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS..

A man Of note was Alexander Brown,
A social leader in his native town,
Admired and Acknowledgement to with awe;
At feast or funeral his word was law;
A village Jupiter, whom none might cross,
Whose smile was honor, and whose frown
meant less.
But dire mischances overtake the great
Twas Alexander's melancholy fate
To drive fourth hand one dismal day,
When the brutes baked, then fairly ran away.
Over ciin plunged horses, coach and all
Each one was somewhat injured by the fall:
But Alexander. bruised and battered sore,
Beneath the debris seemed to breathe no more
News OF the accident had flown apace,
And many doctors FASTENED to the place.
One young NJ D.. renowned for nerve and skill.
Laid finger on his pulse: Hes living still!
Haste friends to help" and willing hands, q
score,
All tenderly their precious burthen bore.
SPECIFICS and senseless Alexander lay
Thro' many a weary night and anxious day.
His friends despaired his wife in anguish
wept-
But still the doctor tireless vigil kept
Beside his patient-watched each slow-drawn
breath,
And seemed almost to hold him back from
death.
Two broken arms shattered leg, he set;
He mended half dozen ribs, and yet
The patient did not mend. TITS as thought"
The doctor said. Deep was the injury wrought,
And difficult will be the remedy,
very miracle Of surgery
But this accomplished, in q day or two
Ipromise be shall be as good as new
Next Gay the doctor came, but something more
Than instruments and bandages he bore
A something warm-close wrapped from light
and air,
And needing, so 1t seemed, unusual care.
Omit that next hour with each grim detail,
Sufice US that it passed-then still and pale
The patient lay, the doctor, pallid, too,
But smiling, softly said: He'll do he'll do"
Homeward he fastened then, and no one
guessed
The wondrous secret hidden in his breast:
Nor dreamed the sick man had brand new
liver,
Nor that q fine fat shsep had been the giver!
Within three days, just as the doctor said,
The sick man babe farewell to nurse and bed,
Received his friends, enjoyed a drive, walk.
But seemed most strangely disinclined to talk!
His wife's fond questionings seemed all IN
heard.
Nor could the puzzled doctor gain q word;
Sometimes he nodded, sometimes shook his
head,
Sometimes he even smiled-put nothing said
But now his happy townsmen. one and all
Proposed a.grand commemorative ball,
A jubilee, their gratitude to show
That Alexander still was left below.
The festal night had come. The rooms aglow
With wealth and beauty made a goodly show.
Triumphal music sounds-the doors swing
vide
Enter two ushers. beaming joy and pride,
Then a committee, cream Of that whole town,
And in their midst, 10, Alexander Brown.
A storm of greeting browns the brass bands
notes,
Cheers upon cheers uprise from myriad
throats-
Committee vainly signals them to pause,
Still swells the chorus of their fond applause.
Silence at last. Then every eye intent
Upon the hero Of the hour is bent;
He bows-he smiles-and then he bows once
more
"a speech! a speech" they cry. And with
roar
That's heard without, within. and near and far,
He answers to their greeting: "BdC! BAA.
BAA!"