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[E PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOU'
The Family
THE SON OF A PHYSICIAN.
Miss Lane, head surgical nurse of the
College of Physicians and Surgeons, stood
alert by the side of the glass case of surgical
instruments and held up a warning
hand to her white-capped assistant, for
old Dr. Newton had turned from the oper
ating table and was speaking a little
sharply. Young . Dr. Newton still bent
over the motionless figure on the operating
table in the hollow of the college amphitheater.
But the gray-haired man had
paused in his work, and was saying something
of evident importance to the eager
young men of the graduating class of the
College of Physicians and Surgeons who
sat in circling tiers above him.
"Young gentlemen, I have just noticed
two of your class leaving this important
lecture as carelessly as they will afterward
leave the bedsides of their parents.
Let me take advantage of this moment to
impress upon you one fact: To be a great
physician you must place professional
duty above all things life can afford you.
A patient must always be a sacred trust.
The healing of the drunkard in the slums,
if once you come to his bedside, must be
to you as was the healing of Emperor
Frederick to Sir Morton McKenzie."
The old doctor turned back to the operating
table. So his eyes fell upon the
bowed figure of his son, who had placed
his ear close to the mouth of the unconscious
man on the table, that he might
better note the laboring breath. The stern
expression passed from the face of the
famous surgeon. Very proudly, very tenderly,
he looked at his son. His father
having ceased talking, the young man
glanced up and nodded to Nurse Jane,
who stepped quickly to his side with a
sponge and basin.
"Well, gentlemen," concluded the old
doctor, more good-naturedly, "we shall
now proceed with this exceedingly important
operation. Do not think me
harsh with you. It is my pride that young
men who are to be greater than we old
fellows are standing by our sides to take
the scalpel when at last our fingers tremble."
So the operation came to an end. Attendants
led the patient back to the men's
surgical ward, while the students scattered.
The doctor and the doctor's son remained
alone in the amphitheater, the
doctor's hand on his son's shoulder.
"That was good judgment of yours,
Tom," said the great surgeon. "You were
quite right about it. It is you who are
going to be 'the great Newton'!"
"Not while you practice, sir," answered
the young man, smilingly.
mat may not be much longer," said
Dr. Newton, a little gravely. "I had a
nip of that heart pain again this morning."
"Why not consult Chapin, father?" said
the young man. in quick concern. "You
know you have often said Chapin was the
ablest man alive on the heart."
"By and by! By and by.!" said the surgeon.
"It is nothing yet. Nitrate of amyl
instantly, before the blood pressure gets
rH. I'e'jiuaiy 3, 1909.
too high, that's all. Just a touch of
angina pectoris, I fancy."
They left the amphitheater and walked
arm and arm to the study .they shared
between them. When they had come to
their study, they found Dr. Somers, the
noted surgeon, pacing nervously up and
down the room. "There's no use in attempting
that operation on the Sullivan
woman. Dr. Newton," he began at once.
"It would simply mean death on the
table."
"Perhaps not," said Dr. Newton.
"The operatjon is too daring, the shock
too great."
"Then she dies in her bed within a
week," said Dr. Newton. "Dies without
being given a chance for her life."
"I'll not risk my reputation, anyway,
on such a slender chance as that," repeated
Dr. Somers, beginning to walk
about the study again.
"Very well, Somers," said the old surgeon,
"I'll do it."
"But you must have a fellow surgeon
in such an operation. Who is the other
man that you can count on?" demanded
Dr. Somers.
"Tom," said Dr. Newton, turning to his
son.
"Oh, well, I hadn't thought of that!" asserted
Dr. Somers, wheeling abruptly in
his nervous walk about the study.
For an hour the gray head and the
brown were over a paper, on which the
famous surgeon drew various diagrams.
The old man talked with great earnestness,
the young man listened. Now and
then he asked a brief question. At last
Nurse Lane appeared at the study door.
"The patient is ready in A, sir," she
said, and turned away. Both men followed
her down the hall.
"Remember, Tom," the old man said,
"the life of a woman depends on our making
no mistakes and, above all, no delay."
"Very well, sir," answered the young
man, "there shall be no delay."
Turning aside from the hall, they en
tered one of the operating rooms, shutting
the door behind them. A glass case,
full of glittering instruments and bandages
and antiseptic preparations, was
rolled close to the head of the operating
table, and Nurse Lane, having assisted
at the etherizing in another room, now
stood with clasped hands and bare, white
arms beside the case. On the table, motionless,
but breathing with deep gasps,
lay the heavy, bloated form of a slattern
young Irish woman of the tenementhouse
type. Under the influence of the
anaesthetic, her coarse features had become
sodden and repulsive, as if she were
very drunk. After a searching look at her,
the two doctors began their battle with a
malignant disease that, deep seated, was
eating the life out of that body beneath
the sheet.
T>r. Tom Newton's slender fingers were
swiftly adjusting a ligature about a severed
artery, the woman's life bhing held
between his thumb and flngfer, when old
Dr. Newton tottered back from the operating
table with an indistinct moan. His
wrinkled face was ashen, and his mouth
was working convulsively. Nurfte Lane
gave a startled glace at him, and came
swiftly around the table, but Tom Newton,
his mind concentrated on doing