The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1896-08-09


/ child-like implOring-of anguished longing
for Jife-of fear Of death.
Half an hour afterwards Sir Darlington
was metaphOricaily tearing his hair. The
fact was that ne, like DIR. Onenheim.
Mr.. Wilton's medical attendant could
only say that the patient was dying. and
without apparent disease. He told Wilton
he must meet Herr Won Ofenheim in con-
! SultatiOn.
4 tell YOU the man knows nothing OF
her easer' the artist cried, excitedly.
And / know no more said Sir Bah
| ington, humby. Yet" he added with
fervor, what mortal man can do TO save
her, that will ! do"
! The following morning the Herr Doc
tor Ohenheim and Sir Darlington Cullen
stood near a window in an ante-rOom ad-
joining Mrs. Wiltons chamber. A table
separated them, upon which pens, ink and
paper were placed ready for their use.
To have looked at them one would have
said they were interested only in the
Rhine steamer, 'Deutscher Kaiser,
which was just then passing, but they were
really having something as nearly APP
| preaching a dispute as professional gen
tlemen ever allow themselves when meet
ing upon professional ground.
But on one pOint-the main one-they
both agreed-they neither of them under
stood the case. The minor point, and
the one out which the irritability of the
two medical men arose, was the question
which of them should write a prescrip-
ton, both being naturally unwilling to
| prescribe in the dark. for case which had
50 lar Ddueu all medical skill. EVERY
now and then the men glanced at the pa-
per- which awaited the pen of one of them
fair and blank.
While they debated, Godfrey Wilton en-
tered the room by a door which opened
upon the corridor. His Impotence would
not admit of his remaining longer away.
He advanced towards the table and took
up the sheet Of paper, saying hurriedly;
Il VIII get this made up at once
Both physicians gave simultaneous
start OF surprise, and instantly glanced
at the paper in Wilton's hands. What
| could it mean? Was Wilton bereft of his
senses by reason of his sorrow, that he
should take up a blank sheet of paper,
and say what he did. A moment more
and the medical gentlemen were glaring
| upon each other, half in anger and half
| in beWilderment.
The sheet of paper, which they had
glanced at so often in the last half hour,
| was no longer blank. 1t had now a pre-
scription clearly and boldly written upon
1t. But it was uninitialled.
ALLOW me-" said Sir Darlington, coldly,
possessing himself Of the prescription.
Bite" observed his German colleague,
rather rudely taking the paper in his turn.
| There was dead silence and then the
Herr doctor took out his pocket-boOk and
deliberately copied the prescription into
it, He then took his hat and stood hest
tating, an angry frown on his brow
Sir Darlington now copied the prescrip-
ton on to his ivory tablets a Wratnful
flush dyeing his cheek.
Herr Doctor he cried, as that gentle
man was about to quit the apartment
without expressing his feelings, possibly
because he could find no words sufficient
~ strong to give expression to them in.
Herr Doctor you have not initiated
this"
Il leave that" retorted the German,
bowling and smiling ironically, for The
gentleman who wrote It,"
in which case" rejoined Sir Darlington,
hotly, 'of course you will sign it,"
And indeed he was far from pleased
that his colleague, who had been so de-
termined not to prescribe. should have
coolly written a prescription while he, Sir
Darlington, had been looking through the
window.
This is an odd humor OF yours, my
FRIEND" resumed DR.. Ofenheim, advance
ing toward the table once more. do you
then not wish it to appear that you have
written the prescription, since 1t is an
experiment? What is that alkaloid you
have put down? l have never heard OF
it?"
DO not attempt to shelter yourself be-
hind me, sir l beg!' exclaimed Sir Bah
ington. what indeed is this alkaloid of
yours, and what is its action?"
Gentlemen" cried Godfrey Wilton, ex-
cttedly, as he took the paper into his hand
again, neither of you wrote thisi All
DO you not see, it is in the handwriting of
my wife's dead brother!
The eyes of both physicians once more
| sought the paper-it was now absolutely
blank-blank as the faces of the men who
gazed upon it. There had been but one
ing else except the brass inkstand.
| Godfrey Wilton stood like one dazed,
while both doctors dived simultaneously
into their pockets. Yes, there We're the
two cOpee' of the mysterious prescription
containing the alkaloid which both medi-
cal men denied all knowledge of. But the
| original, where was it? No one could say
more than that it had been upon the paper
long enough to be copied twice. and had
then absolutely vanished.
| 1t is uncertain how long the three gen
afra,1
each other silently, so great was their be-
widerment, had not a sound of low sing
ing fallen upon their ears. 1t was Annie
Wilton singing the weird song she had
sung long ago under the VIucfix in Nor
mandy.
GIVE me the prescription, Cullen"
cried Wilton, desperately. I'm try it!
Good God! what will become of mel That
is the song Jose, her poor dead brother
sang in his delirium."
Sir Darlington at once copied the pre-
seription, and a young man entered the
room, summoned by Godfrey. Helm
rich,' he said take this at once to Ros-
encrantz in the Rhein Strasse; he will
| have this strange drug if anyone in Eu-
rope has
Herr Wiltonr broke out DIR. Offenheim.
"are you really going to let this English
scientist experiment on your wife with his
mysterious alkaloids?"
But his remark passed UNDECIDED for the
young man Wilton had called Heinrich
exclaimed, as he glanced at the prescrip-
tiOn with something IKE rear in his voice
Godfrey do you not see? This is the aka
loid poor Jose was working on when he
died." He added the last word after a
pause.
Sir Darlington did not notice what he was
saying. he was suddenly struck by the fact
that Heinrich was the young man who
had been singing in the Trinkhalle, and to
whom he had spoken.
Heinrich started at once for the Rhein
Strasse, and Sir Darlington announced his
intention of remaining to watch the action
of the unknown drug.
you see" said Herr Offenhem. ''that
this is Sir Darlington Cullen's experiment.
Then turning to his English confrere with
great scorn ne added. we here in Ger
many are content to be physicians-yye
do not aspire to be also conjurorsr' And
with this final fling at his colleague he de-
parted.
What reason can DR.. Offenheim have
for wishing to father his prescription on
me?" said Sir Darlington, when the door
had closed.
Godfrey Wilton turned on him inpatient
IT, Il tell you, Cullen, neither of you wrote
that prescription. You believe God can
create a world, but you do not believe ne