The Coolidge examiner., 1933-08-11

| for q doctor, TedY' A fair-haired
boy in yellow, with pugnacious fea-
| lures and freckled skin, made the
suggestion. 1T looks as If he had
some sort Of seizure"
The black-rObed leader nodded.
"Of course, Chuck; try to get hold
| of one as soon as possible. And
he'll be better off, upstairs in bed.
You two-George, and you, Ned
lift him and carry him to my room"
The two individuals he indicated
shouldered their burden; a lane
was silently formed, through which
they bore it to the door, into the
hall and stairway beyond. The
third called Chuck, hesitated before
following them out.
81 suppose, Ted, we should call
Doctor Thompson rather than any
one else" he said inquiringly.
"Yes, that's the wisest thing. Any
how, he's In the neighborhoOd; he'll
| probably arrive sooner, too. than
some other doctor we might get"
Some moments elapsed before he
| succeeded In communicating with
the physician. And then it took
Doctor Thompson apother quarter
of an hour to reach the house. Dur
ing that interval, every possible eff
| fort was made TO relieve the afflict-
ZI onv,xr,1cf.~n srn
and a fresh nausea he could not
restrain obstructed his attendants;
but with the passing minutes, these
paroxysms ceased and drowsi-
ness and lassitude lessened his pain.
Except for an accelerated but Ia
| bored breathing, he lay quiet and
inert. Muscular rigidity followed;
and gradually. as his strength
ebbed, even his respiration dimin-
ished. When the intently awaited
assistance arrived, his stupor bor-
dered on unconsciousness.
Doctor Wilbur Thompson was a
tall rangy man, bald and round
faced, whose keen eyes looked
searchingly, albeit kindly, through
pince-nez glasses. In his official ca
pacity of medical adviser Of the Uni
versity Of Philadelphia, his name
was well known TO all enrolled as
students.
The young master OF ceremonies,
still wearing his black robe, opened
the door at his ring.
"Well, what seems TO be the diff
cultyT' Doctor Thompson greeted
him briskly.
"One of the PLEDGES was taken
sick during the initiation; and I'm
afraid it's serious. Ny name is
Ted Stanton. Doctor" he added.
Briefly he described the initiates
sudden attack, while they ascended
the carpeted stairs together. There
were two narrow beds in the room,
and the now insensible patient lay
in that against the rear wall.
The physician barely observed his
surroundings, as he began his ex-
animation. When, at length, he rose
from the bedside, his look was grim.
and his usually amiable mouth
drawn into a thin formidable line.
I'm afraid I'm too late to do
anything for him." he announced to
the president. perhaps treatment
! in the first few minutes after his
collapse might have pulled him
through; I'm not certain. But after
that, no doctor in the world could
have saved him.
Ted Stanton blanched and gulped,
his lips quivering In his attempt to
speak
"You mean, Doctor, he's really dy-
ing?" The query was an appalled,
whisper.
"Just that" Doctor Thompson re-
turned austerely. "he can't live
more than a few minutes"
1--WE tried our best to help him,
sir" The other seemed at loss.
"And we got in touch with you i'm
mediately. Just what's hap
pened to him?"
The physician answered with a
question. How did he react, after
you brought him up here?" He
faced the group in the room. Some
one who stood close to him all the
time-did he appear more at ease
when his convulsions were over?"
A blue-gowned youth in the group
around the stricken man spoke up
| heSitantly.
! Not exactly, sir" he said, "at
least, / thought he grew stiff and
strained, as if in worse pain, still.
And he kept on painting quickly with
a great deal of trouble"
"Ah, then he seemed to find it
difficult to catch his breath, young
manY'
"Yes, sir, until he practically be-
came unconscious. He breathed
noisily, with his mouth open; he al
most choked, he had such a time
| trying to get enough air."
do any of you know whether he
was subject to sudden attacks?"
Doctor Thompson inquired. "Epi-
leptic seizures, for instanceY
1t was the president who replied.