Democratic messenger. [volume] (Snow Hill, Md.) 1869-1973, 1902-02-08
Old Kenesaw. the friend. the COM
forter and the coniid,.St

forter and the confid, 1T
The shadow that had fallen over the
hospital when his fatal Illness was
announced was momeniarily lifted.
There was unusual activity in the
halls. An attendant had driven Dr.
Blanks horse to the entrance almost
at gallop. \ tall man with coal black
nair and piercing black eyes jumped
cut and FASTENED into the building. A
Nurse was waiting to show him to the
patients side
lust outside the door of Old Kene-
saws room DR. Blank met the new ar
rival John Wilbert Ainsley. the cele
brated hypnotist There was hasty
conversation III whispers. n brief his
tory of the life of the patient. and Pro-
fessor Ainsiey knew what was expect
ed of him. We must hurry" said DIR.
Blank. land. for Gods sake. Ainsley
don't fail
The hypnotist nodded his head. and
the two men noiselcssly entered the
room. The great specialist recognized
in this n 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 tixedly 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
erful figure bending over him. For q
few moments he groaned and tossed
about hut slowly. surely. the stronger
one was gainin. the mastery.
Old Kcucsaw now glanced into the
! penetrating secs and turned away. hut
again he looked and again. He seem
ed powerleSs tn look elsewhere. Grad
ually the moaning ceased: he became
less frantic Presently the body was
motionless. The thin lips moved, H.
no sound came from them. Only his
rapid. lai,ored breathing could be
heard.
Thus far the hypnotist had said
nothing. His dominating mind and in
tent gaze alone had silcnced the cries
Of pain. quoted the tortured body and
made the mind OF his subject insensi-
BILE To the terrific process that was fast
bringing his lie to an end. But he
was going further. Selling both the
patients hands in his own. he shouted
Here comradc. comrade, Wake up,
Come. come: il will never do to lie
there. Come on. or the ambulance
corps will bc picking you up. The hui
let stunned you. old man. Come or.
They need us NJ the front. Don't you
hear the cannon booming and the rifles
cracking: kcnesaw, Kcnesaw. Ken
csaw. Hooray. we've got 'em on the
rum
| The Illusion had gone home. AS the
dying veteran listened TO these startling
words he drew himself up to Il sit
ting posture and passed his wrinkled
old hands over his glazing eyes as II
10 remove something that was obscur-
| ing his vision. Great heads Of pcrSp-
ration stood ont upon his pale face. and
an unearihly fire came into his eyes.
The lips that had failed few minutes
before now found uttcrancc:
Hist. Is that ynu. Cottrcll. OLD
pard: Give me your hand. Thought
had lost you in that last charge. No.
no: II don't hurt now: jest a scratch.
Where's our company: Sure That's
our gui,lon half way up the mountain.
llooray. Give il 10 EN-. boys. Come
on. Cot: give me your hand. old pard.
II seems lii smoky. but come on;
we've got EN- on the run. Hooray.
HooraV' IIonraV'"
As the final shout of triumph came
from his lips he sank back upon ,n.
pillow. and the sweet smile lingering
on the furrnwcd old face told that he
had died happy. Old Kencsaw had
fought his last baitlc.-Chicago Rec
Ord-Herald.