The Bemidji daily pioneer., 1922-08-01
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course, can't say-but it looks to me
from his breathing and his heart ac-
tton that he's not suffering as much
+. from this wound as he is from some
, sort of poisoning. ~. :'>.
We've given him apomorphine and
It should begin to take effect soon.
We're using the batteries too. You
say that you're going to be here?
That's help. They're shy nurse on
this floor tonight, and I'm >having a
pretty busy tine OF IT. I'M very much
afraid that poor old Judge Richmond's
going to lay down his cross before
morning. tsSs &5l. ~, :;
"Hes dyingy' Fairchild said it with
a clutching sensation at his throat.
The. physician nodded.
There's hardly chance for him."
The physician went, and Fairchild
took his place beside the bed of the
unconscious Hurry. HIS mind divided
between concern for his faithful part
ner and the girl who, some time in
the night, must say good.by forever to
the father she loved. v.
Judge Richmond was dying. What
would that mean? What effect would
1t have upon the engagement of Anita
and the man Eairchild hoped that she
detested? What--then he turned at
the entrance Of the inferno with the
batteries. A&$E r. 5@ y.
IF you're going to be here all
night" said the white-coated indi-
vidual,. "itll help me out lot If you'll
use these batteries for me. Put them
on at their full force and apply them
to his cheeks, his hands, his wrists and
1.-THE soles Of his feet alternately. From
the way he acts, there's some sort of
morphine poisoning. We can't tell
what it is-except that it acts like a
narcotic. And about the only way we
can pull him out is with these appli-
cations" sts ,5s
The inferno turned over the bat
terles and went on about his work,
while Fairchild, hoping with his heart
that he had not placed an impediment
in the way of Harry's recovery by not
telling what he knew Of Crazy Laura
and her concoctions, began his task.
Midnight came and early morning.
With dawn, the figure on the bed
stirred slightly and groaned. Fair
child looked up, to see the doctor just
entering. i@ s5.$. ~.
II think he's regaining conscious.
ness" agS \: e
"Good." The physician brought forth
his hypodermic. "That means a bit Of
rest for me. A little shot in the arm,
and he ought to be out Of danger in a
few hours"
r Fairchild watched him as he boiled
the needle over the little gas Jet at
the head of the cot, then dissolved a
white pellet preparatory to sending q
resuscitory fluid into Harry's arm.
you've been to Judge Richmond's?'
he asked at last. M. ..>s...r>. e..
Eyes" Then the doctor stepped
close to the bed. "1've just closed his
eyes-forever." !. "a. \. fs.{ = |,><
Ten minutes later, after another ex.
animation of Harry's pupils. he was
gone, weary, tired figure, stumbling
home; to his rest---rest that might be
disturbed at any moment-the reward
of the physician. AS for Fairchild, he
: sat a long time in thought, striving to
find. some way to send consolation to
the girl who was grleving now, strug
Cling to, figure a means Of telling hei
that he cared, that he was sorry, and
that his heart hurt too. But there
was none. .,..s .....y.5s., A. f., IA. = =.
II Again a moan from the man on the
bed, and at last a slight resistance to
the sting of the batteries. An hour
passed, two; gradually Harry came to
himself, to stare about him In won
Idering, vacant manner and then to
fasten his eyes upon Fairchild. lie
seemed to be struggling for speech. Tor
coordination Of Ideas. Finally, after
many minutes ,.s-Z
"That's you, Boy7" ~
L Eyes, Harry ,a .lg ,s