Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1916-12-01

And so the sleeper r,r.
sometimes the voiA !, waS 80, on.
ulscordant, sometimes Low, Ing aI"f
anu .uneful as child's. "Nevar YEA. elelf
wmsky" he went on. almost y ho uOucn
NeVer-never! Drop in tha sIlly.
nrst. did. The doctor will street
then, and he knows whnt come
want. Not whisky.-Mad,oin you
kind that makes you warm tne
in'iAes you want to live; but don't ovs.
dare touch whisky. Let Other no eSef
drink 1t If they want il San ~
them; they'll get it anyhow. hnt 80 ~
you touch 1t! 1t killed yonr fo+L-
1T killed Tom, and-ob liner liner,
mother! motherr Tears aot,"n ,
teemed from underneath tha sIos-y
lids and glittered down the palIid anS
distorted features. "There's a ro oa
cine that's good for you whom Ua,.
want whisky" he went on.-"yySou
you are weak, and everybody also =
strong-and always when the A.
stones give way beneath your feet &c,
the long street undulates ard wavo.'
as you walk; why, that's sign For
you to take that medicine-and taLo
1t quick Oh, it will warm Won til tho
little pale blue streaks in your whit
hands will bulge out again with
tingling blood, and it will start mn
from its stagnant pools and lean from,
vein to vein till it reaches your beings
farthest height and droops and fails
and folds down over icy brow and face
like soft veil moistened with nuro
warmth. All it is so deliriouslv sweet
and restful I"
heard moaning in the room he.
low, and then steps on the stairs, and
tapping at the door. It was Mary
Mrs. Clark had awakened and was crv.
ing for her son. "But we must nor
awaken him." said. "Give Mrs C1ark
the medicine the doctor left for her
that will quiet her.
''But she won't take 1t, sir. She
won't do anything at all for me-and
if Mr.. Clark could only come to her.
for minute she would"
The wOman's speech was broken nv
shrill Cry in the hall, and then the
thud Of naked feet on the stairway.
II want my boy-my boy !" walled the
historical woman from without.
go to your mistress--quick," said
sternly, pushing the maid from the
room.--"Take her back; / will come
down to your assistance in moment"
Then / turned hastily to see if the
CInnnAF hnH diStY ~
womans cries; but all was peaceful
with him yet; and so, throwing COW
erlet over him, drew the door to 81.
lently and went below.
l found the wretched mother in an
almost frenzied state, and her increas-
ing violence alarmed me so that |
thought it best to summon the ply
stefan again; and bidding the servant
not to leave her for an instant, hur.
ried for the help so badly needed. This
time the doctor was long delayed, al
though he Joined me with all possible
h-.ste, and with all speed accompa-
MED me back to the unhappy home
Entering the door, our ears were greet
ed with a shrek that came piercing
down the hall till the very echoes
shuddered as with fear 1t was the
patients voice shrilling from the sleep
er's room upstairs 20 God My bOyi
1 want my boy, and he will not waken
for mel" An instant later we were
both upon the scene.
The woman in her frenzy had brOk-
en- from the servant to find her son.
And she had found him.
She had wound her arms about him,
and had dragged his still sleeping
form upon the floor. He would not
awaken, even though she gripped him
to her heart and shrieked her very
soul out in his ears. He would not
waken. The face, though whittier than
her own, betOkened only utter rest
and peace. We drew her, limp and
voiceleSs, from his side. 1--WE are too
late" the doctor whispered, lifting
with his finger one of the closed lids,
and letting 1t drop to again.-"See
here!" He had been feeling at the
wrist; and, as he spoke, he slipped the
sleeve up, barred the sleeper's arm.
From the wrist to elbow it was livld
purple, and pitted and Scared with
minute wounds-some scarcely sealed
as yet with clotted blood.
SIN heavens name, what does it all
mean?" | asked.
Morphine" said the doctor, "and
the hypodermic. And here" he eA-
claimed, lifting the other hand-'here
is folded card with yonr name at the
top"
l snatche6 it from him, and I read
written in faint but rounded charac-
terSs:
81 like to hear your voice. 1t SOUNDS
kind. 1t is like far-off tune III
drop asleep, though, as l am doihs
now, is sweeter music-but read on
1 have taken something to make in0
Sleen ond nv mistake I have taken