The Montgomery advertiser., 1905-08-19
THE FLOWER OF HEALTH
BY MIRA c. HOLE.

ID
 (Copyright. 1905. by Daily Story Pub-
 fishing Company)
 There is not the least doubt of it, declared the Doctor, adjusting his spec tacles with the thumb and little finger of his open left hand. T have brought about a supernatural cure--miraculous worthy of the famous waters of Lour- des. I have saved a man who was dy- tng--saved him without prescriptions without pellets. without method--with nothing more than offering him dose of the green liquor called Hope, and propounding to him a riddle"
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 Botanical"
 And who was the sick personr'
 You will agree with me that he was past hope. It was Norberto Quinones.'
 '.Norberto Quinones! Now. do ad. mire your ski1i Doctor! 1 should call you a magician. rather than a physi- clan. That boy, as child. was strong and robust, but when he was grown he plunged into extravagance. fndulged in q thousand mad follies. and ruined his health by dissipation. The last time saw him I did not know him; thought a spectre was talking to me . spirit from the other world"
 He produced the same effect on me-" replied the Doctor. Tt would be hard to find such cancellation, or more total physiological ruin. You know Norberto was rich. and lived in handsome apartments. His bed was an antique. bronze affair. hung with em- broidered cloth from the time of the Renaissance-a silver and crimson can opy. We'll I swear to you. that in that bed, against the red brocade back ground, Norberto was the image of Death itself--a yellow corpse. with face of wax and eyes of glass. To accentu- ate the contrast, by his head was Life. represented by the nurse, woman of burning and perspiring skin. and lock- brown skin. mouth like q cleft pome- granate, of luxurious freshness and soft languor.
 -. Norberto stretched out his hand to me--a bundle of bones covered by a burning and perspirting skin. and look ing at me with infinite anxiety, he said, in cavernous voice.
 Don't let me die this way. Doctor, I am only 2e. and the thought of win tering in the cemetery makes me shiver. It can't be possible that you have exhausted all the resources of science"
 His appeal touched me. in spite of the hardening that comes with practice. I had an inspiration; I felt spark like that which the creator. the artist must feel, and with my eyes I made a &aIn Inat the young WoLldH SHoulo leave the room.
 "Go out. Chiquita," ordered Nor berta without explanation.
 And we were left alone.
 pressed his hand with energy. and snatching the bottle of green liquor aforesaid scattered 1t pientifully over his lips.
 Brace up." said. You are going to get we'll pretty soon. You will again have strength in your muscles. iron in your blood. oxygen in your lungs; the functions of your organism will be once more normal and placid; the rhythm of health will precipitate the vital torrent, rapid and gay, from the arteries to the heart. and ascending presently to the relieved brain, will engender in 1t the clear representations of the present, and the fanciful dreams of the future. I am sure of what l promise; sure. do you hear? You will recover. I ought not to hide from you that science, what is called science, of- fers me no recourse whatever. nothing new, or of value. Hunanly speaking there is no cure for you; but where nature ends. the supernatural. the mar vicious begins-which is really nothing but the unknown, or the unclassifled Under the circumstances. am able tc offer you this mysterious remedy