Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1912-01-10
. FOUGHT OFF DEATH.
The Respite Or. shrady 5ravsIy Won
For General Grant,

The Rsspits pr. shrady 6ravsIy Won
For General Grant.
"You can see the conditions Gen
eral Grant, lis 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. toe. >
DR.. Shrady whispered grimly to bis
senior colleague.
1T would be torment without
avail" sighed the senior. .s
So there stood the medical code
warding of succor from the dying
man. The general must expire. per-
chance. because the initiative sDel1ns;
Ell to man without any ut the mo
ment. Douglas must consent. Sbrady
must not be shuckled. He turned
again to the patient: leaned above Linn
a moment aud touched his pulse. He
twisted the gray; goatee in nervous
twitches. Suddenly be turned again,
ultimate resolve in his face, and tip
toed aguin to where his colleague was,
II say. Douglass something must he
done. If this man dies here now. what
tan we say to the medical world: Ev
cry doctor on earth will want to know
what aud 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 wearily and
turned hopeless and therefore help
less face to the younger one also;
there was in its lines touch Of wen
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 a human being. Soma.
things got to be done. Douglas. 1t
won't do. I tell you"
do! But what would you do
now" glancing pityingly at the family
group and the slowly gasping man on
the bed.
Something. iahythlng-a hypoder-
mic Of brandy 6rstr,'
.'Oh. If you wish to try it-yes."
IL had been, enough. The code wns
satisfied: Shrady was filing the 1T
tie silver syringe with the ardent
liquor from French hillsldes. 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. TheEleft 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 bis praying: Shrady was halt
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 glea m
ed between thumb and finger of his
still extended hand.
There was a slight catch In the
generals throat. followed by half
sigh. Swiftly a new look came into
the face Of each physician: swiftly thu
younger refilled the little syringe an;'
hurried to the other side of the couch
Then through the right arm spral:!
the potent fluid. aud again they wait.
ed the result-very soon a long. tlrt.
tering sigh: then#a longer. stronse.
inspiration; then measured breathing
and finally consciousness.
When General Grant lay dying thai
April morning the work OH his mem
oirs. which netted his family one In
million dollars. was LITTLE more tia.
half finished. He lived seventee
weeks afterward. finished his task an
was ready to go.-Frank w. Mack J!
Saturday Evening Post.