The Providence news. (Providence [R.I.]) 1891-1906, 1895-11-19
The Doctors Recipe.
BY GEORGE MANvILLE FEM.

, pity and doubt as l examined my sense
less little patient. .,
"You have sent for me too late. 4
fear. / said. "You should have fetched
me sooner.
.sOh sir. - she replied, 81 have been
four times TO DIR. Minson. but he has al
ways been too busy TO cog.e, though he
promised"
"Brute!n muttered.
"And | have been three times TO your
house, but they told me you were away at
the park"
III came directly | knew" said
hastily.
''God will bless you for COPING, doc
tor, - she half sobbed. "Ob, pray, pray,
save his life. You don't k/ow what he
is to me-
Eyes. / do" / said, family, as /
busted myself about the little fellow,
his mother almost ready TO anticipate
everything ] needed, and running on
with the prescription i wrote TO get IL
made w.
She was soon back, breathless and half
fainting, but / had 10 send her out again
Cor support and stimulants TO administer,
as soon as / had checked the disease.
i half forced her to take something on
her return.
"Eo, no." she cried; ''my boy-my
boy;n
az cannot save his life without an ac-
tive nurse" l said, sternly. "Drlnk that.
You mustskeep up. i fear l am too late,
but I'll try all ] know. ="
She oboyed me, ~and'together we tended
that poor little fellow, who was in the
last stage OF weakness, dying gradually
before our eyes. As a stimulant was
poured between his lips we could sit Al
see him revive a little, and as its effect
passed off we could see him gradually be-
gin again to sink, till at last the poor
young mother cried franticsIly:
doctor, you are killing him. II Is
madness to give SO much strong brandy
to a child like that
Then she sobbed and begged my par
don, and yielded TO my opinion.
And so the hours passed on in that
deadly fight, with the. shadow waiting 10
snatch the widows only one away.
Again and again ] was ready to give up
in despair, for the spark OF life was
growing fainter hou by hour; but / sat
and thought, and called up every scrap
of knowledge had learned bearing upon
such a case, and tried and tried till felt
that no man, even the highest in the pro-
~fession, could AVE done more. The only
thing was 10 keep on.
The day had passed and night had
come, and at every movement on my par
the young moth r started in az ony, as u
she was afraid that l should leave the
house; and once when 1 went down tc
Il Dftulut INC lTcSn Hlkut hiIt anu tliNh ~
think whether / had left a stone unturnec
she followed Inc TO the door and threw
herself upon her knees TO me-.
"Don't-don't 60, doctor. am poor,
but i will give you all 10 stay"
back, you silly woman" j saic
bluntly. 81 will not leave him While
there Is n ray of hope"
"forgive me-" she faltered; 81 an
nearly mad"
"You are his mother, /" i said, quietly.
$50 back and watch"
/ was kneeling by the bed watching
the faint breathing of that poor child,
| the slight heavine OF its white night
gown dimly seen by the light of the on
candle, so placed that the ray should no
fall upon it's eyes, while on the other sid'
of the bed, kneeiirg, too, was the youul
mother, her white, agonized face, will
its staring eyes framed in the whit,
! Grape widows cap, watching me, n,
| every look and act, knowing as she die
that her little boy of three was hanging
between life and death, suspended, IS 1
were, by q hair more soft and silky thar
that OF the fair curls about the poor lit
tie fellows pure white forehead. AL
seemed to be over, but in a young chile
there Is always room for hope, and 1 sai
watching till morning. / did not stil
from the cottage the O. day, and nigh
had once more come with the battle fol
life still going on, when we were startled
by the sound of wheels, followed by a
~resounding knock at the door.
CONTINUED TOMORROW