Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1902-01-17

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: OLD KENESAW'S}
!, LAST BATTLE {
The Story
of a Dying Veteran.
by CHARLES b. YOUNGER. {

Had some careless attendant left a
ing and allowed the bitterly cold wind
to sweep through the corridors and
wards of the great hospital, there
would have been no more shuddering
among the hundreds OF patients than
was caused by this whisper. passed
rapidly from cot to cot, from nurse to
nurse, speeding across to be dissent
mated among the hundreds OF students
in the adjoining buildings.
"Old Kenesaw is dyingv
The attending physician, summoned
hastily by the alarming symptoms, had
stopped but moment to hand his
snow covered cap and ulster to the re-
torted, agonzed face OF the venerable
patient, a touch Of the pulse, the brief
est study OF the paroxysms that, were
but the surface Indications of the ter
rible torture within, and the doctor
turned away with look of utter de-
SPAR and helplessness.
mo hope, doctorT The head nurse
had witnessed other death struggles,
and 1t is said that nurses become inur-
ed to such scenes. Bat the girls inter-
pretation of the doctors manner left
her presenting a picture OF abject mis-
cry. "Oh, dear, dear, to think that
kind Old Kenesaw must suffer so"
Through her wet eyes she looked at
the poor, wasted old body writing and
twisting upon the cot. "Oh, doctor, II
you are quite sure he cannot recover,
Is there no way-can't you make the
end less palnfulT
DR.. Blank had turned away from the
scene and was looking vacantly out Of
the window. If he made no Immediate
response to the nurses appeal, 1t was
because he was revolving the same per-
picking problem In his own mind. Al
though he had grown gray In the hos
pltal service, Dr. Blank was for the
first time face to face with most vlo-
lent case Of angina pectOrls, but he
recognized II as hopeless beyond all
human means.
What could be done to ease Old
Kenesaw In a losing struggle with
death? The battle could end but one
way, and 1t was tearing the very
heart from the victim and subjectlng
him to the worst torture man can ex-
perience.
Aside from the means of the dying
man the little room was quiet The few
seconds that the doctor stood there
bordering seemed an age to the nurses
and the internes, who first glanced In
sadness and terror at the patient, then
In appeal to the silent man at the win
dow. Presently the doctors dark,
hopeless countenance changed and
hope was dscerned In his quick COM
mand:
Send for Alnsley. Take my horse
and buggy and get him here quickly
us possible"
Then, as IN inferno FASTENED through
the hall TO carry out these Instructions,
the sad news spread over the great
buildings, whispered by nurse to nurse,
by patient TO his nelghbor in the next
cot:
"Old Kenesaw Is dyIngp'
Never was n man more truly loved.
Many years before he had come to the
hospital suffering from old age and the
ailments contracted IN the southern
swamps during four years service IN
the civil war. Broken In health, with
out home or relative, depending upon
his scanty pension to hold strong soul
and shattered body together, he drift
ed into the free clinic and asked for
treatment AS "NO. "a" he had first be-
come known to the nurses and In
ternes, but after he had related hIs
war experiences to them and had told
and retold with glistening eyes Of his
greatest battle his title was changed
to Old Kpnesaw Mountain and In time
20 Old Kenesaw
When Old Kcnesaw enlisted with
the army Of patients. II was thought
he would eventually be relieved and
discharged. After two months Of good
care the old warrior was again fairly
comfortable, but he evlnced no desire
TO depart from the hospital, and. In
fact, no one wanted him to go. lie
had become sort OF general factOtum,
and his services were regarded as
well worth his bed and board.
Old patients and new Internes.
nurses. medical students. the entire
hospital STAFF and even the visitors at
the institution came to know him IA
mlllarly. His slow, shuflling step and
the CHEEKY click Of his cane on the
hardwood floors were as familiar as
the scheduled visits Of the nurses and
always as welcome, If not more so.
Old Kenesaw had access TO every
nook and corner Of the hospital. The
patients drew inspiration from his
kindly old face and his stories Of
camp and bnttlc served as n tonic.
TO the children in the hospital Ken
esaw was the incarnation OF all that
was good, kind and helpful lie was
their chum. their never failing friend.
lie would creep to the cots Of the lit
tie sufferers, chase away thoughts Of
pain and bring smiles to their wan
faces with his lDexhaustlble fund OF
stories.
Ollit Wntn VI fnlllt HfulHR lHt ulIL1
heights between life and death. had
cried for some gOldenrod It was OF
record that Old Kenesaw had trudg-
ed eight miles TO find large bunch Of
the flaming yellow flowers and placed
them where the child could see them.
He lured the little patients TO sleep
with his quaint old lullables when
nurses words and doctors Oplates had
failed. Small wonder they all loved
Old Kenesaw, the friend, the COM
forter and the cOnhdant
The shadow that had fallen over the
hospital when his fatal illness vas
announced was momentariJ hrted.
There was unusual achVity In the
halls. An ATTENDANT had driven DR..
Blanks horse IT, the entrance almost
at n gallon. ! tall man with coal black
hnir and piercing black eyes jumped
out and nastened into the building A
nurye was waiting to show him to the
PATIENTS side.
Just outside the door OF Old Kene-