The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-05-04
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
The Respite Or. shrady 6ravsly Won
For General Grant.


"You can see the conditions-Gen-
eraI 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
nerveless hands. began to pIGy.
"You see the preacher is busy. and
the doctors ought to be busy. too"
DR.. Shrady whispered grimly to his
senior colleague.
at would be 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 a man without any ut the mo-
ment. Douglas must consent. Shrady
must not he shacked. lie turned
again to the patient. leaned above him
q moment and touched his pulse. He
twisted the gray goatcc In nervous
twitches. Suddenly he Curned again.
ultimate resolve In his face, and tip
toed again to where his colleague was.
81 say. Douglas, something must be
0UUt. IL ILLS diCs hCiC hO"- w a~,S
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 a dying man?'
The old doctor stirred YEARLY and
\ ~ fharafnrn holm
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 it ought to. Perhaps
you can afford it, but can't, either as
q physician or human being. Some
things got to be done. Douglas. II
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 first!'
"Oh, IL you wish to try it-yes."
It 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 riser
from his praying. Shrady was hal
kneeling in his place. Both by differ
ent means sought the same end
Keenly the younger doctor leaned t.
the patient. All his other senses ha'
lent their powers to those of sight ant
hearing. The tiny instrument CLEAN
ed between thumb and finger of hi
still extended hand.
There was slight catch In til
generals throat. followed by a nal
sigh Swiftly new look came int
the face of each physician; swiftly I'd
younger retilled the little syringe an
hurried to the other side of the couct
Then through the right arm spran
the potent fluid. and again they wall
ed the resut--very soon long, nu'
tering sigh: then a longer. stronge
inspiration: then measured breathin
and finally consciousness.
When General Grant lay dying tina
, | April morning the work Oh his meI
, oirs. which netted his family one-hal
: million dollars. was little more tina
, half finished. He lived seventee
weeks afterward. finished his task an
was ready to go.-Frank W. Mack
Saturday Evening Post.