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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, May 29, 1915, NOON EDITION, Image 19

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ing. I know you say it Isn't etiquette
to give out the serum, but won't you
forget about the etiquette and save
my son's life?"
Cyrus Vane was not a hard-hearted
man. He stood up rather stiffly and
nerved himself with difficulty for his
"I can't help you, madam," he said.
"My work is for the good of human
ity and selfish personal reasons must
be forgotten. I am only at liberty to
think, of the racevIf I stopped to con
sider persons I should never have the
strength to go through with my
The woman was looking desperate
ly into his face. "I don't wr.ow what
you mean, doctor, but will you let
"my second baby die?" she asked.
"I am trying to explain," said Dr.
Vane, "that these things have to be
doneln an orderly manner. It is use
less to ask me to make exceptions
in single cases. I "
The woman shrieked: "My God,
doctor, are you going to let my sec
ond die?"
Vane detached himself. He had
long ago hardened his mind against
such scenes, such emotions. In the
struggle for the race thousands fell.
He turned and walked onward. He
heard a man's curse follow him. He
turned down a side street toward his
own comfortable house.
Vane idolized his wife arid child.
It was their only one and there was
not likely to be another. His birth
had almost cost his wife Her life. The
little boy, seven years old, always ran
to mee.t his father on his return, to
be taken up in his arms and kissed
and petted.
Today the boy was nowhere about
He was wont to watch for his father
from the steps of the house. But he
was not on the steps, nor playing in
the hall when Vane let himself in with
-his key. Instead, a troubled woman
came toward him.
"Cyrus, you must come to see
Dicky at once," she said. "I put him
and oh, Cyrus, he can't move hjs
right arm." .
Frantically Vane bounded up the
stairs. He rushed into the bedroom
in which the little boy was lying. One
glance at his face and he flung him
self down beside the bed in an agony .
of grief. , '?
He rose to face his wife, who had,?
followed him. She read the verdict
in his eyes.. Sh& screamed an'd
caught at his arm 'just as the woman
in the street had done.
"Cyrus! What is it? It isn't "f
"Yes," he said, bowing his head.,
"But it isn't the worst thing that
could befall him," he added. "Many
children make a complete recovery?
from it; some, of course, are crippled,!
but "
"Cyrus! What are you talking
about? Only last night you were tell-t
ing me that you have discovered an:
absolute cure. You said there was
not the slightest doubt about it"
"Dorothy "
"Then how can you speak of crin
gles in connection with Dicky? HaVe
you the antitoxin with you or must
you go back to the laboratory? Oh,
there must be no delay."
The man looked into her face b.e
wildered. Had he never told her?
Hadn't she understood?
"I can't use it, Dorothy,"' he
moaned, sinking into a chair.
"You mean it isn't for use?"
"Yes, but it has to be proved. It
has to justify its use in a thousand,
cases. Humanly I am sure, but mor
ally I am not justified until I am sci
entifically sure "
She was shaking him by the arm
as he stammered out his explanation.
"Cyrus ! What are you talking about?
Don't you see that Dicky has infan
tile paralysis and don't you know that
this is not the time to argue? Get the
"Listen, Dorothy," said Cyrus
Vane, rising and going up to her.
"Try to understand me. A doctor
mav not think of Dersons. He works
to bed; he has been feverish, all dayLpnJy for the race. .Today, a poos

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