The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1910-04-21
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The Respite DR.. Shra6y BraveIy Won
For General Grant.

For General Srant.
You can see the conditions-Gen-
eral Grant is dying now" came DR..
Douglas voice in broken tones. The
Rev. DR.. Newman had knelt by the
bedside and. holding one of the mans
n%erveless hands, began 10 pray.
You see the preacher is busy, and
the doctors ought to be busy. too"
DR.. Shrady whispered grimly 10 his
senior colleague.
1t would he a torment without
avail" sighed the senior.
So there stood the medical code
warding off succo from the dying
man. The general must expire, per
chance. because the initiative belong
ed 10 IL 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 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.
say. ldS. SoiIlCluIbS bC
done. If this man dies here now. what
can we say to the medical world: Ev-
cry doctor on earth will van to 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
ed at a dying man."
The old doctor stirred YEARLY and
turned a hopeless and therefore help
less face to the younger one also;
there was i'm it's lines a touch of won
der.
Douglas. it would damn US both
eternally. and it ought to. Perhaps
you can afford it. but | can't. either as
Il physician or a human being. Some
things got to be dCne. 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. angthiRg-a hypoder-
mic of brandy first!r
''Oh. if you wish b try it-yes."
1t had been enough. The code was
satisfied. Shrady WIS filing the lit
tie silver syringe with the ardent
liquor from French hil1sides. 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 CLEAN
ed between thumb and finger of his
still extended hand.
There was Il slight catch in the
generals throat, followed by a half
sigh. Swiftly a look came into
the face of each physician; swiftly the
OUNCE refilled the little syringe and
hurried to the other side of h couch.
Then through the right arm sprans
the potent fluid. and again they wait
ed the reSult-very OOH Il long. t1ut-
tering sigh: then a longer. stronger
inspiration; then measured breathing
and finally consciousness.
When General Grant lay dying that
April morning the work on 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.