Clarke courier. [volume] (Berryville, Va.) 1869-1997, 1910-05-11
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
Tho Respite Or. shrady BraveIy Won
For General Grant.


For General Grant.
you can see the conditions-Gen.
erai Grant Is dying now" came DIV
Douglas voice In broken tones. Th.
Rev. DIR. Newman had kneIt by tho
bedside and. holding one Of the mans
ueryeless hands. began TO pray.
You see the preacher is busy, and
the doctors ought TO be busy. too"
DIR. Shrady whispered grimly to t,s
senior colleague.
ut would be a torment without
avail" sighed the senior.
So there stood the medical code
wardtng on succor from the dy.Ss
man. The general must expire. per
chance. because the initiative belong.
ed to a man without any ar 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 10 his face. and tip
toed again 10 where his colleague was.
Il say. Douglas. something must DO
done. II thu man dies here now. what
can we say % the medical world: EY
cry doctor on earth will want TO know
what and when were the last shots we
fired. Shall we tell them that for ten
minutes ut the last. half an hour so
far as / know. we stood idly and star
ell at dying MANI"
The old doctor stirred YEARLY and
n
less face {" the younger one also:
there was In its lines a touch OF won
der.
douglas. II would damn us both
eternally. and II ought to. Perhaps
you can afford IL. but I can't, either as
a physician or a human being. Some
things got TO be done. Douglas. It
won't do. tell you"
"Do. But what would you do
nowy' glancing pityingly at the family
group and the slowly gasping man on
the bed.
Something. anything-a hypoder-
mic OF brandy lrstr'
''Oh. If you wish to try it-yes"
II had been enough. The code was
satisfied. Shrady was filing 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 it's 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 gleam
ed between thumb and finger OF his
still extended hand.
There was slight catch in the
generals throat, followed 10y n half
sigh. Swiftly a new look came into
the face of each physicians: swiftly the
younger retiIled 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
inspiration: then measured breathing
and finally consciousness
When General Grant lay dying thai
April morning the work on his mem
oirs, which uetted his family one-hali
million dollars. was little more thar
half finished. lie lived seventeen
weeks afterward, finished his task and
was ready to go.-Frank w. Mack II
Saturday Evening Post