A Man of the People: A Drama of Abraham LincolnDixon, Thomas, Jr.
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A Man of the People: A Drama of Abraham Lincoln
Dixon, Thomas, Jr.
Lincoln, Abraham, 1809-1865 -- Drama
[_The_ DOCTOR _opens his saddle-bags, takes out his lancet and
examines its keen point._]
TOM
What are ye goin' ter do with that knife?
DOCTOR
Bleed her, of course--it's the only thing to do----
[_Starts toward cabin._]
ABE
[_To his father._]
Don't let him do it----!
DOCTOR
What's that?
TOM
You shan't bleed her--I don't know nothin' 'bout doctorin'--but I know
that'll kill her----
DOCTOR
I've a notion to give you the worst cussin' you ever had in your life,
Tom Lincoln....
TOM
'Twouldn't do no good--Doctor----
DOCTOR
[_Throwing his arms up._]
'Twould do _me_ good! I've rode all night--thirty-five miles--from
my home in Kentucky across the Ohio, into this wilderness, just for you
to insult me----
TOM
I didn't mean to----
DOCTOR
Well, you're doin' it--and I'd give ye the cussin' that'ud pay me for
my trouble comin' up here--if I hadn't heard what you've been doin' for
your neighbors, in this plague. There's no doctor in thirty
miles---- You've been the doctor and nurse--mother and father to 'em
all. And when they die, you go into the woods, cut down a tree, rip out
the boards, make the coffin, dig the grave and lower the dead with a
prayer--I'd like to cuss you, Tom Lincoln--but I can't--damn ye----!
TOM
I'm sorry, Doctor--but I just couldn't let ye bleed her----
DOCTOR
All right--good-by----
[_With a snort of anger, the_ DOCTOR _throws his lancet into his
saddle-bags, snaps them together, and starts for the gate._]
ABE
[_Following the_ DOCTOR _to gate._]
Doctor----!
DOCTOR
What do ye want----?
ABE
[_Seizing his hand._]
Please don't go--I'm mighty sorry we made ye mad--I didn't go to do
it--you see----
[_He falters._]
I love my Ma so, I just couldn't see ye cut her arm open. And Pa didn't
mean to hurt yer feelin's--won't ye stay and help us? Can't ye do
somethin' else for her----?
[_Pauses._]
I'll pay ye----! I'll work for ye a whole--year----
DOCTOR
You'd work for me a year?
ABE
[_Eagerly._]
I'll work for ye _five_ years if you'll just save her--just save
her life--that's all--don't go--please, don't----
DOCTOR
[_The_ DOCTOR _slips his arm around the boy, draws him close and
holds him a moment._]
You're a good boy, Abe----
ABE
You'll stay----?
DOCTOR
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