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Updated: May 31, 2025
"She's a mighty sick girl. Pneumonia, likely." "Tell doc not to let her die. If he needs another doctor some of us'll h-hustle over to Glenwood an' g-get one. Say, Mrs. Gillespie, I reckon there's gonna be trouble in town to-night." She said nothing, but her blue eyes questioned him. Blister's next sentence sent her moving toward the saloon.
The author had hewn as close to realism as his too clever lines would permit. There had been a wealth of Blister's own vernacular used on the stage during the evening, and I had rather enjoyed it all. But Blister, it was now evident, had been disappointed. "You didn't like it?" I said tentatively, as I steered him toward the blazing word "Rathskeller," a block down the street.
"No one living," said he, "appreciates what she has done moh than myself, suh, but I desiah to lay ma hand on a real race mayah once moh befoh I die!" Blister's face softened. "Come on in, Mr. Sanford," he invited. "Why you win the derby once, didn't you?" "Thank you, suh. Yes, suh, many yeahs ago," said the little old man, and removing his battered hat he entered the stall, his white head bare.
Should blister's appear on the feet, prick and evacuate them by pricking at the lower edge with a pin which has been passed through the flame of a match and cover them with zinc oxide plaster applied hot. This plaster can be obtained on request at the regimental infirmary.
The hat had gone from the red head. As he climbed the slope the runner was laboring heavily. Dud ran down the hill to meet him, half a dozen others at his heels, among them Blister. They caught the spent youth under the arms and round the body. So he reached the crest. Blister's fat arms supported him as his body swayed. The wheezy voice of the justice trembled. "G-glory be, son.
"Blister's liable to be shot at daybreak. He's lessie-majesting the U.S. Army." Chung Lung shuffled to the door and peered through. Internal mirth struggled with his habitual gravity. "Gleat smoke, Blister spill cup cloffee on general." This fortunately turned out to be an exaggeration.
It was the landlady's daughter, attended by a cavalier in the person of a stolid young man of German extraction, as I thought at first glance, and this was confirmed by Blister's, "Let me make you acquainted with Miss Malloy," and "Shake hands with Mister Shultz." Then began the by no means unskilful playing of one lover against the other.
Mr Blister's knowledge of his profession was very slight, and his practical experience limited; but still he had some notion of binding up a wound, and, at all events, he would treat a patient more gently than any of the rough hands belonging to the schooner.
"Let me see how badly he's hurt." She took Blister's head in her arms. "Go 'way from here! He's dead," she said. "He saved me . . . he's mine! Go 'way from here!" A crowd was forming. I sent a stableboy for a blanket, put it under Blister's head, despite the girl's protests, and pulled her roughly to her feet. "Go over to that bale and sit down!"
"Here, Miser, this is yours," the young man was saying. "There, you needn't turn up your nose; it's as big as Blister's. Down, Spy, I tell you; you've had twice your share; you think because you're the best looking you're to be the best fed, too." As Carraway left the steps the dogs made an angry rush at him, to be promptly checked by Christopher. "Back, you fools; back, I say.
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