376 S. LIBIN
The doctor came in person.
"Our child is dying! Help save it!" wailed the unhappy mother, and he, Ginzburg, stood and shivered as with cold.
The doctor scrutinized the child, and said:
"The crisis is coming on." There was something dreadful in the quiet of his tone.
"What can be done ?" and the Ginzburgs wrung their hands.
"Hush! Nothing! Bring some hot water, bottles of hot water! Champagne! Where is the medicine? Quick!" commanded the doctor.
Everything was to hand and ready in an instant.
The doctor began to busy himself with the child, the parents stood by pale as death.
"Well," asked Dobe, "what?"
"We shall soon know," said the doctor.
Ginzburg looked round, glided like a shadow into a corner of the room, and lit the little lamp that stood there.
"What is that for?" asked Dobe, in a fright.
"Nothing, Yohrzeit my mother's," he answered in a strange voice, and his hands never ceased trembling.
"Your child will live," said the doctor, and father and mother fell upon the child's bed with their faces, and wept.
The flame in the lamp burnt brighter and brighter.
