Page 121 - Among the camps, or, Young people's stories of the war

Tom Adams stopped at the door outside. There was a gen­
eral cry as he entered of, "O h, doctor ! ”
And M rs. Seddon called him : “ Quick, quick, doctor!
she’s dying !11

;i She’s dead," said one of the ladies who stood by.
Th6 old doctor bent over the little still white form, and
his countenance fell. She Was not breathing. With one hand
he picked up her little white arm and felt for the pulse ; with
the other lie took a small cane from his pocket. “ Brandy,”
he said. It was quickly handed him. He poured so me into a

little syringe, and stuck it into Nancy Pansy's arm, by turns
holding her wrist and feeling over her heart.
Presently he said, quietly, 11 SlieTs living,” and both Mrs*
Seddon and Nancy Pansy’s sister said, " Thank God !"

All night long the old doctor worked over Nancy Pansy*
Just before dawn lie said to Mrs* Seddon: “ What day is
this ? ”
“ Christmas morning,” said Mrs. Seddon.
“ Well, madani, I hope God has answered your prayers,

and given your babe back to you ; I hope the crisis is passed.
Have you hung up her stocking?*'
<! No,” said Nancy Pansy’s mother. " She was so—-11
She could not say anything more. Presently she added:

“ She was all the time talking about you and Harry."
The old doctor rose and went out of the room* It was
about dawn. He left the house, and went over to his own
home. There, after some difficulty, lie got in, and went to