IN A LONDON HOSPITAL.

Northland Age, Volume 3, Issue 21, 2 January 1907, Page 5

IN A LONDON HOSPITAL.

There is a man whom, in his house surgeon days in London, all medical men worth knowing knew. But he has roughed it about the world since then, and been hardened by the horrors of many a battlefield. And his adult patients to-day find him in manner like the blunt-spoken Abernethy. But where a child's is the life in danger his heart is as a woman’s. That is why he went so willingly from his warm bed at four o’clock on a bitter morning to attend a tiny boy who, they said, was in perilous plight from diphtheria. He hastily preformed the operation of tracheotomy, and to his joy saw the child revive. During the next few days everything passed off beautifully, but the doctor wanted to hear his small friend speak. This so far the patient had not done. “I am sorry he can’t speak to me, nurse, because I’m going up to London to-day, and. shan’t know whether to bring him a horse or a gun.” It was the doctor speaking "at" the little one. A tiny finger etole up to a wounded throat, and the ghost olta baby's voice whispered, "Please, doctor, bwing ms a