The Spokane press. [volume] (Spokane, Wash.) 1902-1939, 1906-01-30
HE THOUGHT CHARLIE WOUI D
SURELY DIE FROM AN IN
HERENT DISEASE.


country town, but-and l mention
the fact not from any feeling Of
vanity, but because it is necessary
in the unfolding of my story had
acquired some repute for discern
ing the occult causes of maladies,
the first step to whose remedy, in
all cases, is to discover their root,
the next to strike at it.
One afternoon a strange lady
came to my office, bearing in her
arms a wan, sickly looking child.
Though accompanied by a servant,
she seemed loath to trust the little
sufferer to any but her own moth
erly care.
l took the little invalid by the
hand. He shrank back at first, but,
after a little coaxing, suffered me
to take him on my knee, and soon
we were prattling together, the
best Of friends.
While asking him his name,
which he said was "Tarley," and
his age, which he said was free"
years, felt the little fellows pulse
and made such other observations
as proper understanding of the
case required.
Looking up, found the mothers
gaze fixed anxiously on my face.
what do you think, DOCTOR"
she inquired, TREMENDOUSLY; "can you
give me any hope?"
81 detect no symptoms of organic
disease" l replied; nothing but a
general feebleness of the system,
which, | trust, will yield readily to
careful nursing and simple tonics."
"Then you think my child may
be saved?" she cried eagerly.
81 have certainly ever hope, ma
dam"
"Bless you, doctor!" she exclaim-
ed, the tears yelling up beyond
control. "You see, Charley's uncle,
the brother of my poor husband,
who died six months ago, opposed
my coming here. We had already
tried the first physicians of the
city, and thought it useless to go
elsewhere. I'm so glad I took ad-
vantage of his absence and came Of
my own accord. left word for him
to join us here on his return, and
I'm sure when he finds Charley
better he will approve my course"
l prepared a vial of medicine,
which I gave to Charley's mother,
who departed with a much more
cheerful look than that which she
had when she entered.
My expectations were not de-
ceived. In a few days little Charley
was SO much stronger that l began
to think him out of danger. At
the end of a week I was waited on
by a stranger, who introduced him
self as Mr.. Lander, little Charley's
uncle. His manner and speech
were those Of gentleman, but
there was something sinister in his
expression.
81 am glad to find my nephew's
health so much improved" he said,
"and | beg you to accept my
thanks. | trust the change may be
permanent"
81 feel every assurance it will
be-" | answered.
"My great fear is that the dis
ease is hereditary" replied Mr..
Lander, lugubriously. "The symp-
toms attending my poor brothers
last illness were precisely the
same"
set Mr.. Lander down for a
croaker, and, filing up the vial of
medicine for which he had come, |
got rid of my doleful visitor as
speedily as possible.
Next morning | received a mes
sage that little Charley was worse
and a request from his mother to
call without delay.
l went at once to the hotel in
which the lady was stopping, and
to my surprise, found the child in
state of even greater prostration
than that in which | had first seen
him.
"Wehn did this change begin?"
I asked.
"Soon after he began taking the
last medicine" said Charleys
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