The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-02-17


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thrive on it. Sudden prohibition made
him glum and Doyle could not bear to
hear him petitionng in vain for a good,
old fashioned bracer such as he used to
have every hour when on his feet. He
had to leave the room when the sick man
was pleading with the physician; but it
was the only chance to save him, the doc
tor said, so the nurse made himself ada
mant, and suffered more than the pa
tient.
And what was the use of it all?" asked
Doyle, tearfully. HE lay there for weeks
consumed with drought, and they would
not give him a drink, and now he's going
to die this very night, in spite of all they
made him suffer to get well, and I'll never
see him again; and, Cornelius Doyle you
old blackguard, you're losing the best
friend you or any other man ever had"
Doyle was silent for a time, and then
continued: There a lot of stuff going
to waste in the icebox, but I'm not 60
ing to drink alone, Terence. And the doc
tor says you can't have any. I'll kill that
doctor some time I haven't had a drink
all the time you have been sick. thought
If you couldn't drink, would not either;
it might make it easier for you to leave
it alone And it's drink l want now. But
I'm not going to drink alone, and if I
give you drink il VIII be murder-and
there's all that good stuff going to waste
in the ice box"
There was another period of silence.
broken only by the harsh breathing of the
sickman, and then Doyle went on again:
How could 1t be murder when the mans
going to die? Mightnt he just as well die
happy? 1t can't any more than kill him;
to the devil with the doctor. I'll give him
one ball anyhow. Who knows when he'll
get another where he's going. And there 8
all that good stuff going to waste ~ the
ice box"
Doyle rose and bent over the bed.
kelly" he said, do you want a ball?"
The sick man lay still and gave no sign
of consciousness.
IF you could speak for yourself you
would say yes" continued the watcher,
80 I'll give you one and take one myself,
for there's all that good stuff going to
waste in the ice box"
Doyle took one of the small bottles from
the icehoX, broke the VIKINGS and gave the
cork the small amount of assistance it
needed to enable it to free itself.
II may as well be killed for sheep as a
lamb" he said. The doctor will know in
the morning that 1 gave Kelly the liquor
and that'll make him as mad as anything
can"
So he filled tumbler to the top and put
1t to the lips of his friend, whose head he
raised. There was a cropping vestge of
consciousness left in Kelly and he drank,
then coughed then drank again.
ut makes him cough" said Doyle, land
that will kill him sure. But he's to die
anyhow, and he may as we'll die happy
and there's all that good stuff going to
waste"
He filed another lumber for himself and
drank il down at gulp. Then he sat and
watched.
Kelly coughed and strained and choked
and showed symptoms of such distress that
Doyle was afraid he was going immediate
ly, but at the end of an hour he was still
breathing as he had been when the watch
er sat down beside him.
"Win you take another before you go?"
asked Doyle at last. 1T does not seem to
hurt you so very much, and 1 know you
like to have it,"
Kelly made no reply, and Doyle took 81
! lence for consent ana poured him out an
other lumber of the wine. which he got
him to swallow in spite of two or three
violent coughing spells. He treated him
self with equal liberality, and again sat
down to watch. That was the last drink,
he thought; the last he would ever have
on this earth with a man who had done
so much for him, and for whom he would
walk barefooted round the world.
There's no man in the city would APP
preciate what his friends have sent mere
than he would if he knew about it," con-
tlnued Doyle mot a man of them but
mas shown his sorrow. Republicans and
Democrats, it's all the same. You have
the respect of them all. And we would
have put you in Congress next year"
Doyle paused wiped his eyes and con-
tinued "Shaughnessy sent half dozen
of his best brandy, and Haker demijohn
of good old Irish. There are demijohns
from Taylor and Jones and Duffy. l don't
| know what's in them, but something good,
| / hadn't the heart to find out when the
doctor said you were to have no liquor.
He said liquor would kill YOU and so the
| stuff is going to waste. ia like to drink 1t
| all with you, Terry, and you'd ike to
drink it all with me. But you're going
! away"
| Night watching is a drouthy occupation,
and extreme sorrow makes it drouthier.
| Doyle was thirsty again. and looked In the
| direction Of the ice box with good deal Of
| longing. ira like another, but 1 won't
| drink alone, and it's so bad for you" he
said. Don't you feel like taking one
more? Just one more! The last. the very
lastp' And Kelly answered not word.
So Doyle poured him out another tum-
| bier of the wine and took an equally big
drink himself you're sweating now"
he remarked. The doctor could not make
you sweat; but you're sweating now like
a bull. It's streaming in rivers down
your face. But it's too late-youre going