The Equinox (Volume I, Number VIII)

DOCTOR BOB of the drawn faces, and the ghastly stare into the eyes of Death! Think of their ears strained if perhaps they may hear his stealthy tread l Their tongues licking their parched lips—oh, is there no hope? Then, at least, is there no mercy? Dr. F. I should be inclined to deceive them nearly always I’m sending him a girl this afternoon. Hang it! I must have his opinion, and yet Ι hesitated—long—over the wisdom of the course I was taking. She hasn’t any idea of how seriously ill she is; the shock might kill her. I begged him in my note to spare her the full knowledge. Mrs. B. Poor child! Dr. F. Well, if he says there’s no hope...... You know her, I think-Jane Skiring? Mrs. B. The little school teacher. Oh! I’d no idea she was so ill. I am sorry. [T118 consulting—room door opens, nnd an elder/y man, ?0/1058 lm! and stick are on 1/18 tab/e, comes ant. His face is drawn nnd lzis eyes haggard. He takes no notice of t/ie ῤεσῥίεῤεεεεπἰ, or ofliis hai and stick, 0111 goes sleazy/it out, R. Tlie öangz'ng of a 07007 is nmi/a'. Enter Με Servant, running; flicks up the hat and stick, nnd 721715 out after Iii/ii. Dr. Fielding and Mrs. Bob exchange glances significant ofs/zackedþain. Tlie consulting-room !10075 being now wide ,!/?}שמt/ie audience mn 588 Dr. Bob sitting at his (Fm/eon. He rises, and comes down stage, heartily, ekeeifutly, nzasteifully] Dr. B. Hullo, Fielding! Glad to see you. Just got your note before lunch; I’ll find out for sure what’s up. Pretty girl—pity ! See that old boyjust went out? A typical Brightic; fellow who devilled his own kidneys. Ha! ha! ha 67