The San Francisco call., 1897-01-24

! on your stomach; you will puke it up
| ugh-b-r-r-."
| Smith does not rouse, but continues his
sleep; when he does awake he feels dizzy,
uncomfortable. He has no appetite, can
/ not eat the broth brought him. The
second steward asks him if he would like
to have little whisky. He thinks he
would. Whisky is brought in a glass
the private takes it, puts it to his lips, but
his lips being Just beneath his nose he is
forced TO smell it.
''Phew that stuff stinks! ugh, that
amt whisky b-r-r-take it away! Where s
the bucket?" He gags and gasps and sick
at the stomach he f1ops oyer in bed again
until his nausea passes off.
That night Smith takes some more
medicine to soothe his nervous state aud
tone up his stomach, which retains little
food he continues to be troubled with
bugs and serpents crawl across his vision
occasionally in his delirium he will cry
out, but presently when the drugs get we'll
at work the snakes will wlggle off and he
will sleep quietly. Then DR.. Won Radesky
will find his ear again and say:
"Jn the morning when you wake up you
glass of beer. 1t will look like beer but it
will be sewer waterfall beer is sewer
water-and it will taste like sewer water.
You will drink it, but you will not hold it
on your stomach. You will vomit it up
you will vomit violently, you will retch
and you will hurry back to the hospital
and go to bed"
When Smith wakes up he does not care
to eat. The drink thirst has not yet left
him and he is very miserable. He dresses
himself and says nothing, but sneaks off
A few minutes after he bring up at the
canteen. Nervously he fumbles among
the dust of his pocket for few nickels to
pay for a bottle of beer. The Keeper of the
can teen understanding the situation sells
it to him. He lifts the foaming glass to
his lips.
"Whew! Somethfn's tn matter with
that beer" He takes swallow of it.
ugh me get to the doorl Oh, heav-
ens' The beady sweat stands on the
cold brow of the sick man as he moves his
way, speedily as his condition will allow,
to the hospital, where he quickly resumes
his bee.
Clearly a 'put-up Job" ON Private
Smith; hard ordeal on him to have a
burning thirst and when refreshment is
rendered to find it give off an effluvia
which renders it horrible, revolving,
which nauseates him, makes him loathe
it in disgust. Old Midas, with his gold
touch, starving for nutriment which his
tongue turned to yellow wealth, was not
worse afflicted.
But Smith is not more uncomfortable
than that thin young man who sits over
yonder by the table, de elected. looking
wearily at the floor. To him every cigar
cite is serpents tongue. 1t frightens
him when he sees one. Let him forget a
moment, take one, of the things and put
it to his lips; it bites them-sets them
afire; in horror he throws the thing away,
yet he yearns to smoke them, but he can
not. Major Pope's medicine, good nurs-
ing. good food, will ere long relieve him
of this appetite, but for months he will
carry in his mind the sense that q cigar
cite is the arrowhead tongue OF snake !;
that it ''biteth like serpent and stingeth
like an adder" and by the time this no.
ton has worn away he will have no desire
to smoke again, and perhaps he will never
resume the habit
The result is the same with Smith. His
abused old stomach RECEIVERS its natural
functions, the drink thirst wanes, then dis