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Show 237 "Isn't there something you can do? I can't just watch him die. " "I don't really know what is the matter with him. I could rub him, " I said lamely. "When I was in training my patients all thought I gave good rubs and we were taught how to massage. " It was but a straw, and she grasped at it. "I won't tell him, but he goes to bed at nine. You just come and rub him before he goes to sleep. " When I showed up at nine o'clock with a lotion and all the authority I could muster he was surprised but combative. "Put your arm on this towel, " I commanded, expecting him to order me out. "Well, " he grumbled, extending his arm grudgingly. "It isn't any kind of medicine, and it isn't against nature. " I gave him the best massage I knew how, bent his joints and revolved his hips and shoulders. Sometimes he screamed with pain, but let me continue. "That's the best sleep he has had in six weeks, " reported Mrs. Turn-bull. "Could you do it every night?" Now I had practically a hospital at the Lodge. True to my fears, the mother's fever soared on the third day, to 103° in the morning, 105° in the afternoon, but I had the quinine and instructions from Dr. McQuarrie down in Richfield. In addition, while the telephone lines were not repaired for two-way conversation, by arrangement with the relay halfway down the canyon, we could speak if we came on the line at the same time. I was able, under his instruction, to care for her, keep the temperature stable in the |