Daily tobacco leaf-chronicle. (Clarksville, Tenn.) 1890-1895, 1892-06-23
WALT MASON.

ing. In one corner OF the large room
designated as the clubroom veteran OF
the civil war, with snowy beard and
Cesarian profile, was earnestly engaged
in killing imaginary rats with poker;
and In another corner a sallow victim of
morphine sat jabbering incoherently, his
few wits in hopeless confusion, and
"round about on every side" there were
standing the "jags," as patients are
termed, in every stage of redemption,
the novices respondent and the older
ones exultant.
had arrived the previous evening i'll
q blaze of alcoholic glory, and had been
furnished with a good deal of whisky
by the institute, with the assurance that
I could have all | wanted, and | was
determined that my breath should be a
cloud by day and pillar of fire by night
so long as the barrel held out. On that
first morning OF treatment was in my
normal condition of inebriety before 10
o'clock, and maintained that high stand
ard day after day. AT regular intervals
the physician in charge gave me an in
lection of a pale pink fluid, presumably
the famous chloride, in the left arm, and
at equally regular hours l took two
ounces of an internal medicine which
tasted of cinchona and left bad taste
in the mouth.
The doctor would frequently ask me,
in an expectant way, whether whisky
tasted tho Same to me as it used to, and
when / would reply in the affirmative a
wave of sadness would sweep over his
face and he would seem discouraged.
"a man generally goes back on
whisky on the third or fourth day." he
said to mo once, but you have been
here more than week and consume as
much liquor now as you did at first.
don't understand it."
| | fancied that | understood it, how
ever. was making no effort whatever
to cure myself. was willing that tina
pleasing task should devolve entirely
upon the institute, and as the whisky
was good and free and in abundance,
could see no reason why | shouldn'
drink it. There was a gentleman from
Denmark among the patients, Wit
viewed the matter in the same clear ant
logical manner; he had been there si'
: DAYS, and was drinking quite fiuentl.
when tho doctor administered what /
= known as a "cross shot" A layma1
: cannot explain the nature of this inJec
ton. but the results are marked ant
easily understood. A man who receive
, it becomes violently sick at the stomach
! a. though he had swallowed powerful
= emetic, and disgorges all that he has re
Gently swallowed with so much agon
: that he thinks he will never swallow
ANYTHING again. 1t invariably cures hir
of drinking whisky most abruptly, an
by the time he has recovered his breat
: he is anxious to deliver his valedictor
:, and go home to his wife and children.
When | had been under treatmer
q about week noticed that my eyeslgf
was not reliable. There was only on
clock In the clubroom, but it seemed
me that was in jewelry store, an
/ every object was multiplied by sever
q there were also pains and stiffness in IN
y limbs, as though the muscles had bee
Z drawn into bunch and tied. fancle
10 that was contracting rheumatism an
complained to the doctor, but he smile
wisely and said that the symptoms mel
Y toned were indicative that the medicli
Vi was securing a firm grasp, and he pr
g dicted that would not drink whisl
c. more than a day longer. But he WI
disappointed again, for another wee
passed by, as weeks will pass in tn
q western country, and was still drin
4 ing from twelve to twenty ounces da
4 There was some CONSERVATION in TIL
A. ;nstitute. and the stockholders looked
me reproachfully when we met,
though to remind me that although
secured the whisky free they had to p
err for il in coin in realm. But day
w retribution was coming.
d. Il was on the fifteenth day OF n
sojourn in that quiet village that
came conscious of the existence IN 4
mouth of n taste which would requl
D'i the brush of Raphael to portray.
no had fancied that was familiar with
W the bad tastes, imported or domest
~ but that newly organized bichlorlde
gold taste was something so utterly a
abnor1nally new that ! was astonish
81 and appalled,. A dry, decomposed,
at pulchral taste that reminded the beal
is 9: AZ omelet of last years feathe
That taste is "A part Of the cure. and "