The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1910-05-08
FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
Tho Respite Or. Shrady 6raveIy Won
For General Grant.

For General Grant.
"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
nerveless 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.
lit 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 q 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-
ery 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
turned a hopeless and therefore help
hn 01C0s
there was In its lines touch OF Won
| der.
douglas, 1t would damn us both
eternally, and 1t ought to. Perhaps
| YOU can afford 1t, but l can't, either as
a physician or human being. Some.
things got to be done. Douglas. II
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 first!'
"Oh, if you wish to try it-yes."
1t 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 o.
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 dytn,
man was barred. the slender hollow
needle found its way. and the poten
brandy mingled with the blood.
The Rev. DR.. Newman had rise
from his praying. Shrady was hal
kneeling In his place. Both by dtnel
ent means sought the same enc
Keenly the younger doctor leaned t
the patient All his other senses ha
lent their powers to those Of sight an
; hearing. The tiny instrument CLEAN
, ed between thumb and ginger OF hi
still extended hand
There was slight catch In th
} generals throat. followed by ha
. sigh. Swiftly a new look came int
t the face Of each physician; swiftly th
younger refilled the little syringe an
| hurried to the other side of the coucl
Then through the right arm spran
t the potent fluid. and again they wal
} ed the result-very soon long. fu
tering sigh: then a longer, strong<
inspirations: then measured breathiu
and finally consciousness
u When General Grant lay dying TIL
/ April morning the work on his mer
5 oirs, which aetted his family one-ha
f million dollars, was little more tha
e half finished. He lived seventies
n weeks afterward, finished his task ar
r was ready to .go.-Frank w. Mack
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