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Illustrated fcy Frank Gillett, R.I. 
VI.- At Arms With 
Morpheus, 
NEVER could quite under- 
stand how Tom Hopkins 
came to make that blunder, 
for he had been through a 
whole term at a medical 
college — before he inherited 
his aunt’s fortune — and had 
been considered strong in therapeutics. 
We had been making a call together that 
evening, and afterwards Tom ran up to my 
rooms for a pipe and a chat. I had stepped 
into the other room for a moment, when I 
heard Tom sing out : — 
“ Oh, Billy, I’m going to take about four 
grains of quinine, if you don’t mind — I’m 
I routed out another young M.D. who had 
rooms on the floor above, and sent him for 
old Dr. Gales, two streets away. Tom 
Hopkins has too much money to be attended 
by rising young practitioners alone. 
When Gales came we put Tom through 
as expensive a course of treatment as the 
resources of the profession permit. Old Gales 
pinched him and slapped his face and worked 
hard for the big cheque he could see in the 
distance. The young M.D. from the next 
floor gave Tom a most hearty, rousing kick, 
and then apologized to me. 
“ Couldn’t help it,” he said. “ I never 
kicked a millionaire before in my life. I may 
never have another opportunity.” 
“ Now,” said Dr. Gales, after a couple 
of hours, “ he’ll do. But keep him awake for 
another hour. You can do that by talking 
to him and shaking him up occasionally. 
When his pulse and respiration are normal, 
then let him sleep.” 
I was left alone with Tom, whom we had 
laid on a couch. He lay very still, and his 
eyes were half closed. I began my work of 
keeping him awake. 
“ Well, old man,” I said, “ you’ve had a 
narrow squeak, but we’ve pulled you through. 
When you were attending lectures, Tom, 
didn’t any of the professors ever casually 
remark that m-o-r-p-h-i-a never spells 4 quinia/ 
feeling all blue and shivery, 
taking cold.” 
“ Ail right,” I said. “The 
bottle is on the second shelf. 
Take it in a spoonful of 
that elixir of eucalyptus. It 
takes the bitter out.” 
After I came back we sat 
by the fire and got our 
briars going. In about eight 
minutes Tom sank back into 
a gentle collapse. 
1 went straight to the 
medicine cabinet and looked. 
“You unmitigated 
idiot ! ” I growled^ u See 
what money will do for a 
man’s brains ! ” 
There stood the morphine 
bottle with the stopper out, 
just as Tom had left it. 
I’m afraid I’m 
l I WENT STRAIGHT TO THE MEDICINE CABINET AND LOOKED. ‘YOU 
UNMITIGATED IDIOT!’ I GROWLED.” 
