The Athena press. [volume] (Athena, Umatilla County, Or.) 18??-1942, 1910-04-22
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
Tho Respite DR.. Shrady BraveIy Wen
For General Grant.

Tho Respite DR.. shrady 6raveIy Wen
For General Grant.
"You can see the conditions-Ge
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
neryeless 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.
"It 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
twitches. Suddenly he turned again,
ultimate resolve in his face and tip
toed again to where his colleague was.
II 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
fired. 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 man?'
The old doctor stirred wearlly 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 it, but can't, either as
a physician or human being. Some
things got to be done. Douglas. 1t
won't do, 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 first"
"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 oil.
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 gleam-
ed between thumb and finger Of his
still extended hand.
There was slight catch in the
generals throat, followed by 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 a long, fut-
tering sigh; then longer, stronger
inspiration; then measured breathing
and finally consciousness.
When General Grant lay dying that
April morning the work on his men,
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.