Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1913-09-12
THAT'S the fifth. me colonel said.

Foerder remained until evening"
/ pacing the anterooin, his hands be-
hind him, his lips tWitching in his in
| voluntary smile. Now and then he
took turn in the long, dark, softly
| carpeted hall, to smoke a cigarette.
At times some politician would come
| with a scared face and inquire about
the colonel and the doctor always de-
manded news of the battle, before he
answered the questions. The reports
brought by the politicians were not
encouraging, and they hurried outside
| again. Their visits, in the afternoon
waned, became fewer Even MOsely
and Garwood had been glad of the ex-
citing excuse offered by the First dis
trict convention in Italia hall down
Clark street to escape from the shad-
owed headquarters At o'clock
no one had been there for an hour
save some sympathetic bell-boys and
porters from downstairs, and Carroll,
of course-he came every half hour
from the convention, disheveled.
bathed in Precipitation, his eyes burn
ing with excitement and suspense.
j Foerder would not allow him to see
the colonel, who lay behind the white
! door, his eyes half closed, too weak
any longer to whisper.
/ At o'clock the reporters came, and
Doctor FOerder, as they put it, issued
| bulletin.
He's alive the doctor said, pulse
40 to 124, respiration % to 26, tenn
perature SO. His remarkable nerve
alone sustains him. He's making the
most magnificent fight / ever saw in
all my life-have y pu heard anything
from the conventio!?"
They're all over but the one in
the First district one of the report
ers said, while they scrubbed down
the physicians figures. 1T all depends
now upon what that does. It's the
| worst fight ever known in Chicago.
They say Warren has spent twenty
five thousand today"
Does it look as If he could be
elected therein the First, you
know"
The reporters smiled and winked
one at another
The colonel lay like one asleep, I'M
til far along in the evening. Once or
twice he opened his eyes and looked
an inquiry into the doctors eyes, but
| Foerder could only shake his head.
And once or twice Ihe muttered some
thing about Baldwin, and was trou-
bled that they could not understand.
Then he sank into state of coma,
and the news for which all were wait
ing would not come
Doctor Foerder was forever glanc-
ing at his watch and asking Lambert
how he thought the First district
convention would turn out Lambert
! had no idea.
81 hope we'll VIM" Foerder would
say Finally he sent Lambert down
for news. Lambert hurried back.
They had taken fprty-six ballots, he
said, and the vote was tied. At ten
o'clock Doctor Foe examined the
colonel again, examined his eyes, his
| finger-naiis, drumnhed on his chest,
listened to his heaIt.
You're magnificent" he could not
refrain from whispering, but his pa
tient did not answer or look, or even
| smile this time He was growing very
weak His breathing was faint, he in
hailed the air through livid lips. He
did not arouse from his stupor.
Doctor Foerder got very impatient.
1--WE can't wait much longer" ne said.
TITS all we can do now," said Lam
bert.
Foerder went od tside. The ante
room was deserted. The politicians
came no more He would sit down,
then instantly get up, walk back and
forth; his eyebrows knitting in his
scowl, his lips twit&hing in that mirth-
less smile. And he smoked cigarette
| after cigarette He did this for an
hour.
Along toward midnight he heard
step. Flying to the door. he saw Car
roll, dragging down the hall with the
step of defeat and exhaustion. The
boys hair was matted under his hat,
his eyes were dull, sunken, black as
night
Licked he said, waving his hands
with a gesture of despair, as If the
| world had come to an end. FOerder
went inside, leaving Carroll to sink
into the first chair. But moment
later the physician opened the white
door, and beckoned with his head.
The motion was conclusive, final. He
held the door ajar and Carroll en-
tered. The useless drugs had been
pushed aside The room was filled
with the strange silence, the odor of
death Lambert stood at the win
dow, looking out into the darkness.
The nurse stood bly, the bed, waiting
to perform her last office for the dy-
ing man.
Carroll timidly approached aSd
looked down at the long form, scarce
ly outlined by the sheet, at the rigid
head, at the great, waxen brow, at the
little blue spheres formed by the
closed eyelids, at the mouth slightly
| open beneath the white mustache
| with its tinge OF yellow. Doctor