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Show " 'No; the powders had nothing to do with it. lie died half , an hour before they were received. '"New York Ledger. 8uipenn. "One night," said a chemist, "a doctor doc-tor came and woke me out of a sound sleep to prepare morphine powders for an old gentleman named Martin, who had been ill for some time. I weighed out the morphine and put it np according accord-ing to direction, but thought while I was doing so that the powders seemed to be unusually large. Next morning, i when I was arranging things in the shop, I found that there was a ten grain weight in the scale beneath the one the prescription called for, and each of those powders was ten grains too large. "A cold chill ran down my back when I realized the mistake, for it meant almost al-most certain death. A short time afterward after-ward the doctor came in, aud I thought my time had come. Bracing up as well as possible, I asked: " 'How is Martin this morning, Doctor? Doc-tor? " 'He's dead.' " 'Did thosti powders kill him?' I stammered stam-mered out, and in f iir and trembling awaited the answer. But the first word i relieved met |