The Bellefontaine Republican. [volume] (Bellefontaine, Logan County, Ohio) 1855-1905, 1902-02-07
Old Kenesaw, the friend, the com.
forfar and tho coufidant

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 DIR.
Blanks horse to the entrance almost
at gallop. A tall man with coal black
hair and piercing black eyes jumped
out 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 DIR. Blank met the new ar
rival John Wilbert Ainsley. the cele-
brated hypnotist. There was a hasty
conversation in whispers, brief his
tory of the life Of the patient, and Pro-
fessor Ainsley knew what was expect
ed Of him. I'VE must hurry" said DR..
Blank, sand, for Gods sake, Ainsley,
don't fail"
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 briskiy to the
bedside and took the wrinkled hand Of
the patient In his own. Then, without
a word, he igazed fxedly 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
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 he 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, quieted the tortured body and
made the mind of his subject insensi-
BILE to the terrific process that was fast
bringing his lite 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; it will never do to lie
there! Come on, or the ambulance
corps will be picking you up! The bull
let stunned you. old man. Come on!
They need us at the front. Don't you
hear the cannon booming and the rides
cracking? Kenesaw! Kenesaw. Ken
esaw! Hooray, we've got 'em on the
runr'
The Illusion had gone home. AS the
dying veteran listened to these startling
words be drew himself up to sit
ting posture and passed his wrinkled
old hands over his glazing eyes as II
to remove something that was obseur-
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 utterance:
Hist! Is that you. Cottrell. old
pard? Give me your hand! Thought
had lost you In that last charge. No,
no; 1t don't hurt now; jest a scratch.
Where's our company? Sure! That's
our guidon half way up the mountain
Hooray! Give 1t to 'em. boys! Come
on. Cot; giv,. me your hand. old pard
1t seems BIT smoky. but come on;
we've got 'em on the run. Hooray
: Hooray! Hooray"
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 Eenesaw had
fought his last battle.-Chicago Rec
ord Herald.