o
he got her old friend, Nurse Byloe, to come and take care of her.

The old nurse looked calm enough at one or two of his first visits, but
the next morning her face showed that something had been going wrong.
"Well, what has been the trouble, Nurse?" the Doctor said, as soon as he
could get her out of the room.

"She's been attackted, Doctor, sence you been here, dreadful. It's them
high stirricks, Doctor, 'n' I never see 'em higher, nor more of 'em.
Laughin' as ef she would bust. Cryin' as ef she'd lost all her friends,
'n' was a follerin' their corpse to their graves. And spassums,--sech
spassums! And ketchin' at her throat, 'n' sayin' there was a great ball
a risin' into it from her stommick. One time she had a kind o' lockjaw
like. And one time she stretched herself out 'n' laid jest as stiff as
ef she was dead. And she says now that her head feels as ef a nail had
been driv' into it,--into the left temple, she says, and that's what
makes her look so distressed now."

The Doctor came once more to her bedside. He saw that her forehead was
contracted, and that she was evidently suffering from severe pain
somewhere.

"Where is your uneasiness, Myrtle?" he asked.

She moved her hand very slowly, and pressed it on her left temple. He
laid his hand upon the same spot, kept it there a moment, and then
removed it. She took it gently with her own, and placed it on her temple
again. As he sat watching her, he saw that her features were growing
easier, and in a short time her deep, even breathing showed that she was
asleep.

"It beats all," the old nurse said. "Why, she's been a complainin' ever
sence daylight, and she hain't slep' not a wink afore, sence twelve
o'clock las' night! It's j es' like them magnetizers,--I never heerd you
was one o' them kind, Dr. Hurlbut."

"I can't say how it is, Nurse,--I have heard people say my hand was
magnetic, but I never thought of its quieting her so quickly. No sleep
since twelve o'clock last night, you say?"

"Not a wink, 'n' actin' as ef she was possessed a good deal o' the time.
You read your Bible, Doctor, don't you? You're pious? Do you remember
about that woman in Scriptur' out of whom the Lord cast seven devils?
Well, I should ha' thought there was seventy devils in that gal last
night, from the way she carr'd on. And now she lays there jest as
peaceful as a new-born babe,--that is, accordin' to the sayin' about 'em;
for as to peaceful new-born babes, I