Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1910-04-29
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
the Respite Or. shrsdy 5ravsly Wen
For General Grant

For General Grant
"You can SEE the cOndiuons-Gen-
erlI Grant Is dying now" came DR.
Douglas voire Ia broken tones. The
Rev. Dr. Newman had knelt by the
bedside aud. holding one OF the mans
nervelcss hands. began to pray.
"You see the preacher Is busy. and
the doctors ought TO be busy. too"
Or. Shrady whispered grimly TO his
senior colleague.
1T would be a torment without
avail" sighed the senior.
So there stood the medical code
warding OF succor from the Tying
man. The general must expire. per
chance. because the Initiative belong
ell 20 a man without any nj the m"-
ment. Douglas must consent Shady
must not he shackled. lie turned
again TO the patient, leaned a,"vr him
n moment and touched his pulse lie
twisted the gray goatee IA nervous
twitches suddenly he turned again.
ultimate resolve IN his fac aud tip
toed again to where his colleague wn+.
Il say. Douglas. something must he
done. If this man dies here nov what
can we SLY to the medi al world: Ev
cry doctor on earth will want Ia know
what and when were the last shots We
fired. Shall we tell them that for ten
minutes at the last. half an hour so
far as | know. we stood Idly aud star
ed at a 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 touch Of won
der
Douglas. it would damn us both
eternally. and it ought to. Perhaps
you can afford il. but ! can't. either as
a physician or a human being. Some
things got to be done. Douglas. 1t
won't do, tell you"
do. But what would you do
now?" CHANGING pityingly at the family
group and the slowly gasping man on
the bed.
Something. anything-a hypoder-
mic of brandy frstr'
"Oh if you wish to try it-yes."
II 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
kneellng in his place. Both by differ
ent means sought the same end.
Kepnly the younger doctor leaned to
the patient All his other senses had
lent their powers TO those of sight and
hearing The tiny instrument CLEAN.
ed between thumb and finger of his
still extended hand.
There was 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 reHlled the little syringe and
hurried to the other side of the couch.
Then through the right arm spraug
the potent fluid. and again they wait
ed the reSut-very soon Il long. tut-
terng sigh; then longer stronger
inspiration; then measured breathing
and finally consciousness
when Gcneral Grant lay dying that
April morning the WORK on his mem
Oirs, which netted his family one-half
million dollars, was little more than
| hair tniShed He lived seventeen
weeks Hfterward. finished his task and
was ready TO go.-Frank W. Mack in
| Saturday Evening Post.