He came into the room to shut the w

He came into the room to shut the windows while we were still in bed and I

saw he looked ill. He was shivering, his face was white, and he walked

slowly as though it ached to move.

'What's the matter, Schatz?'

'I've got a headache.'

'You better go back to bed.'

'No, I'm all right.'

'You go to bed. I'll see you when I'm dressed.'

But when I came downstairs he was dressed, sitting by the fire, looking a

very sick and miserable boy of nine years. When I put my hand on his

forehead I knew he had a fever.

'You go up to bed,' I said, 'you're sick.'

'I'm all right,' he said.

When the doctor came he took the boy's temperature.

'What is it?' I asked him.

'One hundred and two.'

Downstairs, the doctor left three different medicines in different colored

capsules with instructions for giving them. One was to bring down the fever,

another a purgative, the third to overcome an acid condition. The germs of

influenza can only exist in an acid condition, he explained. He seemed to

know all about influenza and said there was nothing to worry about if the

fever did not go above one hundred and four degrees. This was a light

epidemic of flu and there was no danger if you avoided pneumonia.

Back in the room I wrote the boy's temperature down and made a note of

the time to give the various capsules.

'Do you want me to read to you?'

'All right. If you want to,' said the boy. His face was very white and there

were dark areas under his eyes. He lay still in bed and seemed very

detached from what was going on.

I read aloud from Howard Pyle's Book of Pirates; but I could see he was not

following what I was reading.

'How do you feel, Schatz?' I asked him.

'Just the same, so far,' he said.

I sat at the foot of the bed and read to myself while I waited for it to be time

to give another capsule. It would have been natural for him to go to sleep,

but when I looked up he was looking at the foot of the bed, looking very

strangely.

'Why don't you try to go to sleep? I'll wake you up for the medicine.'

'I'd rather stay awake.'

After a while he said to me, 'You don't have to stay here with me, Papa, if it

bothers you.'

'It doesn't bother me.'

'No, I mean you don't have to stay if it's going to bother you.'

I thought perhaps he was a little light-headed and after giving him the

prescribed capsule at eleven o'clock I went out for a while.

It was a bright, cold day, the ground covered with a sleet that had frozen so

that it seemed as if all the bare trees, the bushes, the cut brush and all the

grass and the bare ground had been varnished with ice. I took the young

Irish setter for a little walk up the road and along a frozen creek, but it was

difficult to stand or walk on the glassy surface and the red dog slipped and

slithered and fell twice, hard, once dropping my gun and having it slide over

the ice.

We flushed a covey of quail under a high clay bank with overhanging brush

and killed two as they went out of sight over the top of the bank. Some of

the covey 55 lit the trees, but most of them scattered into brush piles and it was

necessary to jump on the ice-coated mounds of brush several times before

they would flush. Coming out while you were poised unsteadily on the icy,

springy brush they made difficult shooting and killed two, missed five, and

started back pleased to have found a covey close to the house and happy

there were so many left to find on another day.

At the house they said the boy had refused to let anyone come into the

room.

'You can't come in,' he said. 'You mustn't get what I have.'

I went up to him and found him in exactly the position I had left him, white65

faced, but with the tops of his cheeks flushed by the fever, staring still, as

he had stared, at the foot of the bed.

I took his temperature.

'What is it?'

'Something like a hundred,' I said. It was one hundred and two and four

tenth.

'It was a hundred and two,' he said.

'Who said so?'

'The doctor.'

'Your temperature is all right,' I said. It's nothing to worry about.'

'I don't worry,' he said, 'but I can't keep from thinking.'

'Don't think,' I said. 'Just take it easy.'

'I'm taking it easy,' he said and looked straight ahead. He was evidently

holding tight onto himself about something.

'Take this with water.'

'Do you think it will do any good?'

'Of course it will.'

I sat down and opened the Pirate book and commenced to read, but I could

see he was not following, so I stopped.

'About what time do you think I'm going to die?' he asked.

'What?'

'About how long will it be before I die?'

'You aren't going to die. What's the matter with you?'

Oh, yes, I am. I heard him say a hundred and two.'

'People don't die with a fever of one hundred and two. That's a silly way to

talk.'

'I know they do. At school in France the boys told me you can't live with

forty-four degrees. I've got a hundred and two.'

He had been waiting to die all day, ever since nine o'clock in the morning.

'You poor Scha

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