Pearl was filled with dismay. The foundations of her
little world were tottering.
All but One. There was One who had never failed her. He
would not fail her now.
She dropped on her knees.
"O God, dear God," she prayed, beating her hard little
brown hands together, "don't go back on us, dear God.
Put the gimp into Doc again; he's not scared to do it,
Lord, he's just lost his grip for a minute; he's not
scared Lord; it looks like it, but he isn't. You can bank
on Doc, Lord, he's not scared. Bear with him, dear Lord,
just a minute--just a minute--he'll do it, and he'll
do it right, Amen."
When Pearl rose from her knees the doctor had lifted his
head.
"Do you want hot water and sheets and carbolic?" she
asked.
He nodded.
When she came back with them the doctor was taking off
his coat. His instruments were laid out on the box.
"Get a lamp," he said to Pearl.
Pearl's happy heart was singing with joy. "O Lord, dear
Lord, You never fail," she murmured as she ran across to
the kitchen.
When she came back with the lamp and a chair to set it
on, the doctor was pinning a sheet above the bed. His
face was white and drawn, but his hand was firm and his
mouth was a straight line.
Arthur was tossing his arms convulsively.
The doctor listened with his ear a minute upon the sick
man's heart, then the gauze mask was laid upon his face
and the chloroform soon did its merciful work.
The doctor handed Pearl the bottle.
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