Spirit of Jefferson. [volume] (Charles Town, Va. [W. Va.]) 1844-1948, 1902-01-28

Oiu henSSaW, the IflcDQ, the COM
forter and the confidant.
The shadow that had fallen over the
hospital when his fatal illness was
announced was momentarily lifted
There was unusual activity In the
halls. An attendant had driven DR.
Blanks horse TO the entrance almost
at a gallop. A tall man with coal blacl;
hair and piercing black eyes jumped
ont and FASTENED into the building. A
nurse was waiting to show him to the
patients side.
Just outside the door of Old Kene-
saws room Or. Blank met the new ar
rival. John Wilbert Ainsley. the cele-
brated hypnotist. There was a hasty
conversation IN whispers. a brief his
tory OF the life of the patient. and Pro.
fessor Ainsley knew what was expect
ell Of him. I'VE must hurry" said DR..
Blank, ~and. for Gods sake. Ainsley,
don't fall
The hypnotist nodded his head, and
the two men noiselessly entered the
room. The great specialist recognized
in this supreme test Of his skill and
resolved that his brilliant record should
not suffer. He stepped briskly to the
bedside and took the wrinkled hand OF
the patient in his own. Then, without
word. he gazed fixedly into the eyes
of the dying man.
The veteran, half unconscious by
reason of The terrible pain he was suf-
fering, at first paid no heed to the pow
crful figure bending over him. For II
few moments he groaned and tossed
about, but slowly. surely. the stronger
one was gaining the mastery.
Old Kenesaw now glanced into the
penetrating eyes and turned away. but
again be looked and again. He SEEM
ed powerless to look elsewhere. Grad
ually the moaning ceased; he became
less frantic. Presently the body was
motionless. The thin lips moved, but
no sound came from them. Only his
rapid, labored breathing could be
heard
Thus far the hypnotist had said
nothing. His dominating mind and In
tent gaze alone had silenced the cries
Of pain. quoted the tortured body and
BILE to the terrific process that was fast
bringing his life TO an end. But he
was going further. Selling both the
patients hands in his own, he shouted:
Here comrade, comrade. Wake up
Come, come; 1t viii never do TO lie
there. Come on. or the ambulance
corps win be picking you up! The bul
let stunned you, old man. Come on.
They need as at the front Don't you
hear the cannon booming and the rifles.
cracking? kenesawl Kenesaw! Ken
esaw. Hooray. we've got EN- on the
rum"
The Illusion had gone home. AS the
dying veteran listened to these startling
words he drew himself up TO sit
ting posture and passed his wrinkled
old hands over his glazing eyes as If
to remove something that was obscur
ing his vision. Great beads Of perspi
ration stood out upon his pale face. and
an unearthly fire came into his eyes.
The lips that had failed few minutes
before now found uttcrance:
Hist. Is that you. Cottrcll. old
pard? Give me your hand, Thought
had lost you in that last charge. No.
no; 1t don't hurt now: jest Il scratch
Where's our company? Sure! That's
our guidon half way up the mountain.
Hooray. Give 1t to EN-, boys Come
IN Caf. sriva mn ..Y,. haul ofd ,.a,.d
1t seems a bit smoky. but come on;
we've got 'en on the run. Hooray
Hooray! Heoray'
AS the final shout of triumph came
from his lips he sank back upon the
pillow, and the sweet smile lingering
on the furrowed old face told that be
had died happy. Old Kencsaw had
fought his last battle-chieago Rec.
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