Newspaper Page Text
February :~cj. X
quickly what had been entrusted to him,
worked on, unnoticing.
"Nurse!" he called sharply.
The old man swayed; his eyes were
closed, and both hands were pressed to
his heart. The scalpel slipped from his
twitching fingers and fell to the floor with
the musical tinkle of finely tempered
steel. Then the son looked up, his fingers
still closing the gaping artery.
"Father!" he gasped, and turned suddenly
white.
Through all his anguish the tottering
old man heard his son's voice. He steadied
himself for .? moment, and his eyes
flashed open.
"Now the cartilage knife, Tom," he
said suddenly. "Separate the ribs. Re
quick!" Then he crumpled at the knees,
lurched o" to his face, and lay very quiet
at his son's feet. The young doctor
could hear no sign of the life he loved
so mightily.
For a moment of agony young Dr. Newton
stood and hesitated. His face was
staring and white, and .bore a look of
helpless ierror, but his fingers still compressed
the artery of a woman that lay
under his hand. Nurse Lane looked wildly
from the body that lay on the floor to
I lip vnnnn mot, olon/JIno. "~ ?J
?v...n .?uu oiuuuiiig auuvc; ii, auu
could only wring her hands. The heart
of the young surgeon was beating like
a trip-hammer, and the thunder of It was
in his ears, but the nerves in the ends
of his fingers were still the nerves of a
surgeon, and he knew that the beating of
the patient's life against his restraining
presence was getting fainter. His father
lay dying at his feet for want of the nitrite
of amyl in the laboratory 011 the floor
below, and the woman on the operating
table would die if he deserted her for one
moment Tho nnopoflnn who* K?.
... . V|/v*uv?vu UiUOl UC CUllI*
pleted quickly and with marvelous skill
to save her life, and he alone could complete
it, now that the master hand was
struck down. But his rather was dying
at his feet for lack of his son's help.
Young Dr. Newton fought his fight for
the space of three hoarse breaths from
the woman who had trusted her life to
him. Then he acted.
"Come here, Nurse," he said, wheeling
back to the table. "Tie this ligature!
Pass me that cartilage knife! Now the
sponge! Steady, Nurse!"
So young Dr. Newton's famous operation
was performed. As he worked with
still, drawn face, but unshaking fingers,
the white-haired old doctor lay face down
on the floor beside the table, one outstretched
hand resting on the broken
blade of a scalpel.
"Finish the bandaging," the young man
gasped at last. He stepped over his
tamer a body, wrenched open the doer,
and sped down the hall. Nurse Lane,
forcing hack a sob, obeyed with the obedience
of a trained nurse.
Hardly a minute later young Dr. Newton
was back again, lifting his father's
head tenderly, and forcing to lips and
nostrils a vial from which came a repugnant
odor that, rose above the languor of
the ether. A moment later, two other
doctors were kneeling beside him, while a
third was giving orders quietly to the
nurses that were hovering around both
the unconscious figures, the one on the
table, the other on the floor.
HE PRESBYTERIAN OF THE SOI
"In a few seconds more he would have
been quite dead," murmured Dr. Somers
to Dr. Chapin, as they worked over the
old surgeon.
"But he will pull through this time,"
said the great specialist, shortly.
Nurse Lane, leaning against the window,
pressed her face to the cool glass
and sobbed unrestrainedly, for even a
head surgical nurse has nerves. Young
Dr. Newton, still holding old Dr. Newton's
head in his arms, stooped down, and
in the presence of two gray men of his
grave profession kissed his father.?Lutheran
Visitor.
THE BIRTHDAY.
By Anna Burnham Bryant.
Bring the birthday-marker!
That's the way to show
How much I've been growing
Since a year ago.
All my last year's dresses
Are too short for me;
This one?wilh the tucks out?
Only to my knee!
Grandpa rubs his glasses;
Whispers, "Yes indeed!
How that child is growing?
Growing like a weed!"
Mother's word is sweetest:
"Yes, in sun and shower
She's been cmwilnc ormvliw
Growing like a flower!"
?The Congregationalism
GOD'S QUESTION.
'"Whom shall I send, and who will go
for us?" So God spoke to Isaiah. That
question is still ringing in our ears. The
need to go, is greater than when Isaiah
lived. Millions more people are perishing
without the Gospel. God does not
change, and still commits this treasure
to earthen vessels. Our duty is as plain
and pressing as Isaiah's. Here are tens
of thousands of neighbors without the
DfonJ T ?#/% UT^v ..n ??~l ^
Jiivau ui iiiic. uc OCX J a IU uo, give IUCW
them to eat," and provides us with the
means to save them. The Macedonian
cry is ringing in our ears." We- need
teachers and preachers for many missions;
consecrated Christians, who will
go for the love of God and His lost children.
Many of our faithful helpers are
overworked. One lady reports 75 in her
Sabbath school and no helper. Another
is trying to conduct a large day school
with only a pupil to assist, when three
teachers are needed.
By God's help, we guarantee a living
salary to any who will go. May God
inspire you to answer with noble Isaiah,
"Here am I Lord, send me!"
For the America Inland Mission, Edward
O. Guerrant, President, Wilmore,
Ky.
If I- ?- ?
i nc 11151ma iua?a<.iuc is a. new puoiication
Just started and the initial number
was for December, 1908. The magazine
is published in Lynchburg, and is
under the editorial management of
Messrs. Edgar Sydenstricker, William
Jett Lauck, Edwin A. Herndon and Ammen
L. Burger.
* 4 i
JTH. 25
Whitney-Central Trust
& Savings Bank
621 GRAVIER STREET,
Next Door to the Whitney Central
National Bank.
NEW ORLEANS, LA.
CAPITAL STOCK - - $200,000.00
UNDIVIDED PROFITS. Net 10,000.00
Organized July 1, 1908, and owned by
tne stockholders of the Whitney Central
National Bank.
We offer to the readers of this paper
every facility afforded by the best
equipped Trust Companies in the United
States for the handling of your business.
We pay 3% per cent interest on savings
accounts, and offer a high grade of
securities to those who wish to make investments.
Charles Godchaux, Prest.
Sol Wexler, Vice-Prest.
Jno. K. Bouden, Jr., Vice-Prest.
H. O. Penick, Cashier.
Rufus J. Paddock
ATTORN EY-AT-LAW.
204 Camp Street. Room 405.
Special Attention to Collections.
P. O. Box 731. New Orleans, La.
Reference: Presbyterian of the South.
Geo. E.Egdorf
Practical Painter and Decorator.
2231 Constance St. New Orleans.
Phone Uptown 2396-L.
Contractors' and Dealers' Exchange,
Telephone Main 32J.
Estimates Cheerfully Given.
W. T. Hardie Wm. P. Hardle
Robt. T. Hardie Ehen Hardie
nr nr* tt < n
yv m. i. naraie gl uo.
COTTON FACTORS AND
COMMISSION MERCHANTS.
933 Gravier Street, cor. Dryades,
NEW ORLEANS, LA.
There is
scarcely any limit to the
possible improvement in seeds,
| but it takes time and money. We have
IDccn improving: flower and vegetable
seeds for over 50 years. More than 2000
people are working: to make Ferry's
Seeds snlt you. Buy the best?Ferry's.
For sale everywhere.
FERRY'S 19OB SEED ANNUAL
FREE ON REQUEST.
D.M. FERHY A CO., Detroit, Mtoh.
SEEDS