Year: 1875

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can you do with it2" "He's crazy" and
many such remarks followed, but the
basket was there in moment


He seized one of the eggs, broke it,,
inserted his fingers again between the
teeth, and wrenched them open by force,
though they shut with so convulsive a
motion as to tear the flesh from his fin
gers, and poured the albumen into the
throat. There was slight struggle,
nothing more, and the spt ctators were
Mortified at the action.


"Don't, the child is dying" said one.


please don't hurt the little thing-it
cant live I" the mother found voice to
say, laying her hand upon his arm.


MARY, be still, he answered sternly,
while his teeth were unrelaxing from
their clenching, and his face as hard as
if he were entering battle, and don't
any Of you meddle with me, keep off"


The bystanders involuntarily obeyed,
with many harsh remarks upon his cru
city, but he did not heed them and went
on. Another and another egg was brok-
en-, and still there was no sign of life.
Then the whole body of bystanders
broke out into a loud murmur, and cries
Of the brute~ I" Let the child die in
peace y He is crazy take the child
away from him. were heard around
him.


He desented for a moment from his
efforts, and turned with a fierceness
which had before been foreign to his ma
ture, but no one who saw him afterward
forgot it. "Fools," he hissed, mind
your own business and leave me to mine
Take her away, will you? Try it," and
he went on emptying egg after egg down
the apparently lifeless throat.


The mother could stand this no longer.
Her first born was being tortured to
death before her eyes. and she imploring-
ly flung herself on her knees before her
husbands father, who had that moment
arrived.


"Oh, father, do stop himl" she gasp
ed; che will obey you do stop him. He
is torturing that poor dying child"


The grandfather started forward step
to interfere, for he, too, thought the pro-
ceeding an outrageous one; but he stop
ped and said;


"Mary, let him alone. The child will
die if he does not go on. 1t can not dc
more if he does | would not say a
word to him for the world. The child
is his let him use it at his pleasure"


There was silence then. In moment
more there was quiver of the eyelids,
a convulsive movement of the chest, and
the teeth lost their tension. The father
seized his child, turned her face down
ward, and the poison began to flow from
her mouth. Again and again as the
retching ceased, he repeated the expert.
ment-the life returning still more, and
the face losing its black color every in
stant. More than twenty times albumen
had been administered, and more than
half those times followed by the expul-
sion of the poison; when the eyes open
ed, the father desisted, the little sufferer
lay Just alive in his arms, exhausted, its
little life terribly shattered, but SAVED!


Then, when the necessity for exertion
and determination was over-when the
| physician had been summoned, and they
knew that darling little Blossom might
live, after many weeks of struggle be
tween life and death-when the relieved
friends had acknowledged that they had
wronged him first; when the beautiful
and sorrowful wife had blessed him
through her kisses and tears, and all
knew that, under God, only such an al
most fierce determination could have
saved the child-then the father sat
down, unneryed, and wept like child.


Blossom is alive to-day, and her brown
eyes are opening upon womanhood. But
there is no hour in my life that
brings so thrilling recollection as that
of the young fathers struggle for the
life of his child that Fight With Poi
son which have only family indicated
because beyond description. From Sat
toms Leisure Hour Miscellany. No. ~.


A FooLIsH WAGER-Death was the
result of foolish wager in Paris, re-
Gently. A young man made bet that
he would smoke twelve cigars, one after
another. At the end of the eighth he
began to feel unwell, and when he had
finished the ninth he was attacked with
| giddiness and shiverings. He refused