But I saw the blood go instantly back from the mother's face.
"Typhoid fever!" she ejaculated, in a low voice, clasping her hands together.

I learned afterwards that she had cause to dread this exhausting and often fatal disease.

"Oh, Doctor! do for her as if she were your own and only child." She grasped my arm, like one catching at a fleeting hope.
"As if she were my own and only child!" I repeated her words in promise and assurance, adding-- "The first result of the medicine which I gave is just what I desired.
I will leave something more to be taken at intervals of two hours, until midnight.

In the morning, I hope to find a very encouraging change." "But, Doctor," she replied, "if this is a case of typhoid fever, no hope of any quick change for the better can be entertained.

I am no stranger to the fearful malady." "Attacks of all diseases," I answered to this, "are more or less severe, according to the nature of the predisposing and exciting causes.