Blackfoot news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1891-1902, 1896-01-25

was easily grasped. A young widow.
whose white. haggard face told OF
deep sorrow, followed by poverty, ag-
onized now lest her one darling, a
beautiful little fellow three or four
years old, should be snatched away.
l saw at glance that was only
Just in time The child was suffering
from one of those epidemic complaints
which seize suddenly and rapidly sap
away the vitality from the tender
young frame OF childhood, and my
heart contracted with pity and douhr
as | examined my senseless little pa
tient.
''You have sent for me too late. |
fear" said 'Ycu should have fetched
me sooner
"oh. sir" she replied, Il have been
four times to DR. Minson, and he has
always been too busy to come, though
he promised
"Brutew l muttered.
And | have been three times to
your house, but they told me You were
away at the Park
Il came directly knew" said.
hastily.
God will bless you for coming, doc
tor" she half sobbed. "oh, pray. pray.
save his life. You don't know what he
is to met
.'Yes. l do" said. family. as bus
led myself about the little fellow, his
mother ready tn almost anticipate
anything | needed. and running OH
with the prescription wrote to get ii
made up
She was soon back. GREATNESS and
half fainting, but | had to send her
out again for support and stimulants
to administer as soon as | had checked
the disease.
half-forced her 10 take something
ON her return.
NO! no. she cried. My boy! my
boyr' &
II cannot save his life without arf
active nurse" said. sternly. Drink
that. You must keep up; fear / am
too late; but I'll try all know
She obeyed, and together we tended
that poor little fellow, who was In the
last stage of weakness. dying gradu-
ally before our eyes As stimulant
was poured between his lips we could
sill and see him revive little. and as
its effect passed off we could see him
gradually begin again to sink. till at
Doctor. you are killing him. 1t is
madness to give so much strong bran
dy to child like THAR
Then she sobbed and begged my par
don and yielded to my opinion.
And so the hours passed on in thar
deadly fight with the shadow waiting
to snatch the widows only one away.
Again and again | was ready TO give
II. r. %.
growing fainter hour by hour; but
sat and thought and called up every
scrap of knowledge | had learned
bearing upon such case. and tried
and tried till felt that no man, even
the highest In the profession, could
have done more, The only thing was
to keep on
The day had passed and night had
come. and at every movement on my
part the young mother started In
agony, as II she was afraid that !
should leave the house; and once when
| went down to breathe the fresh
night air, and tried to think whether
II had left stone unturned she fol-
lowed me to the door and threw her
self upon her k:ees to me
"Don't-don't 90, doctori am poor,
but will give you all to stay
eco hack. y0u silly woman" said
bluntly. Il will not leave him while
there is ray Of hope
Forgive me-" she faltered: II am
nearly mad.
You are his mother" I said, quiet
~. Go back and watch"
was kneeling by the bed. watching
the faint breathing of that poor child.
the slight heaying of its white night
gown dimly seen by the light of the
one candle, so placed that the ray
should not fall upon its eyes. while
upon the other side of the bed kncel-
ing. too. was the young mother. her
white, agonized face, with its staring
eyes framed in the white Grape Wild
ow's cap watching me, my every look
and act, knowing as she did that her
little boy of three was hanging be-
tween life and death, suspended. as IL
were, by n hair more soft and silky
than that of the fair curls about the
poor little fellows pure white fore
head. All seemed to be over. hut In Il
young child there is always room for
hope, and | sat watching until morn
ing. / did not stir from the cottage
the next day, and night had once more
come, with the battle for life still
going on. when we were startled by
the sound of wheels, followed by n re-
sounding knock at the door.