THE SHADOW OF DEATH Kenny went back to the kitchen, hungry and depressed.

To his fancy, as eager at times in its morbidity as in its lighter sparkle, the shadow of death seemed brooding over the farmhouse.

This an hour later the weary little doctor confirmed.

He had tired shadows around his eyes, that doctor; he seemed always bored to death at the proneness of mankind to ills and aches and babies; and his kind tired voice never lost its drawl no matter what the crisis.
"It isn't just the spine trouble, Mr.O'Neill," he said.

"With that alone he'd likely linger on for years.