Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1910-04-30
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
Tho Respite Or. shrady 6ravely Won
For General Grant.

For General 1rant.
you can see the conditions-Gen-
eraI Grant is dying now" came Dr.
Douglas voice In broken tones. The
Rev. DIR. Newman had knelt by the
bedside and, holding one of the mans
nerveless hands, began to pray.
"You see the preacher is busy. and
the doctors ought to be busy, too"
DR.. Shrady whispered grimly to his
senior colleague.
lit would be a torment without
avail" sighed the senior.
So there stood the medical code
warding Off succor from the dying
man. The general must expire. per-
chance, because the initiative belong
ed to man without any at the mo-
ment. Douglas must consent. Shrady
must not be shackled. He turned
again to the patient. leaned above him
a moment and touched his pulse He
twisted the gray goatee In nervous
witches. Suddenly he turned again.
ultimate resolve In his face. and tip
toed again to where his colleague was.
81 say, Douglas. something must be
done. If this man dies here now. what
can we say to the medical world? Ev
cry doctor on earth will want to know
what and when were the last shots we
fred. Shall we tell them that for ten
minutes at the last, half an hour so
far as l know. we stood idly and star
ed at dying manT
The old doctor stirred YEARLY and
turned hopeless and therefore help
less face to the younger one also;
there was In its lines a touch Of won
der.
douglas, It would damn us both
eternally, and IL ought to. Perhaps
you can afford 1t. but can't, either as
a physician or human being. Some
things got to be done. Douglas. 1t
won't do. l tell you"
"Do! But what would you do
now?" glancing pityingly at the family
group and the slowly gasping man on
the bed.
Something. anything-a hypoder-
mic of brandy 6rst!'
"Oh. If you wish to try it-yes."
1t had been enough. The code was
satisfied. Shrady was filling the lit
tie silver syringe with the ardent
liquor from French hillsides. Some
thing was being done. Members of
the family turned to watch. The man.
ner of its doing somehow inspired
them. and the older doctor, looking on,
drew near The left arm of the dying
man was barred. the slender hollow
| needle found its way. and the potent
brandy mingled with the blood.
The Rev. DR.. Newman had risen
from his praying, Shrady was half
kneeling in his place. Both by differ
ent means sought the same end
Keenly the younger doctor leaned to
the patient. All his other senses had
lent their powers to those Of sight and
hearing. The tiny instrument glea m
ed between thumb and finger of his
still extended hand.
There was a slight catch In the
/ generals throat, followed by a half
sigh Swiftly a new look came into
the face of each physician; swiftly the
younger refilled the little syringe and
| hurried to the other side of the couch.
Then through the right arm sprang
the potent fluid. and again they wait
ed the result-very soon long. fut.
| tering sigh; then longer, stronger
inspira ton; then measured breathing
and finally consciousness.
When General Grant lay dying that
| April morning the work Oh his mem
oirs. which netted his family one-half
million dollars. was little more than
half finished. He lived seventeen
weeks afterward, finished his task and
was ready to go.-Frank W. Mack in
Saturday Evening Post.