Kathleen's Diamonds; or, She Loved a Handsome Actor
John Stuart Mill · en
"It has been tried with success. You remember cases of?--but he is so
far gone, I doubt--transfusion of blood--do you think?"
It startled them, the way the weeping girl sprung to her feet. New
life seemed to come to her. She threw off the long fur cloak from her
slender form, pushed back the sleeve from the most beautiful white arm
they had ever beheld, and cried, beseechingly:
"You can save him! Oh, take my blood--my very life, so that you restore
him!"
They were shocked at first, but she would not listen. She implored them
to yield to her wish.
"I am so strong, I have such splendid health, it will not hurt me--I
can bear it!" she cried, pleadingly, and they were full of admiration
for her courage and bravery.
Her lovely face shone with its lofty purpose.
"Impossible!" they answered; but they gazed with admiring eyes at the
beautiful girl whose fresh young loveliness indeed hinted at glowing
health and strength; but it seemed hopeless, such an experiment. He was
so far gone. Any minute might launch his life's bark out upon death's
unknown sea.
She could not bear it, this obstinate refusal. Oh, to save him, to save
him she would lay down her life!
A desperate thought came to her. Her dark eyes fastened on a rich blue
vein in the rosy white arm she had bared to their view. A furtive
movement and she had slipped from the burnished mass of her golden
tresses a toy dagger with a jewel-studded hilt. Maddened with misery,
she thrust the keen point against the blue vein, and the scarlet tide
of her life-blood spurted out in a tiny vivid jet. Oh, horror!
They sprung toward her, one bound a handkerchief over the wound,
but--her bravery had thrilled their hearts. They could not hesitate
longer. It was a forlorn hope, but yes, they would try the experiment!
CHAPTER LXII.
"GOD BLESS BRAVE, BONNY KATHLEEN CAREW!"
So silent! Yet it seems to me
That had you lived, and had I died,
My dead heart must have heard you call,
And, throbbing with new life, replied.
Doctor Beard was an enthusiast in his art, and his fine eyes shone with
eager interest as he realized the delicate and dangerous operation
that lay before him and his colleague, Doctor Miller. Both were
comparatively young, but they had attained eminence already, and if any
physician in Boston was capable of conducting this experiment, it was
one or both of these two.