Bradford reporter. [volume] (Towanda, Pa.) 1844-1884, 1866-11-08
SisGellanenns.
A STORY OF CRIME.

About twenty years ago, the health of
Mr. Edward l., an English clergyman
being in precarious condition, moral
and physical languor--that grave English
malady which comes we know not how or
wly-he decided to cross the Channel and
seek under a milder sky the pure air and
sunshine which he needed.
One fine day he embarked for France. He
stopped some days at Rouen. Every morn
Mg he made little trip in the suburbs,
carrying under his arm volume of Dante
One afternoon he climbed Mount Saint
Catherine, and seating himself on the grass,
. began 10 run over some pages of the Divi-
laCgmedia. At this moments "a stranger, who
had also climbed the hill, approached him
and asked Of him in English, with the great
est courtesy, permission to converse with
hin a moment.
wish to perfect myself in your Ian
guage," said he, smilingly, 8" and seize
the opportunity to talk every time meet
an Englishman" ... ..-
They talked little about everything
tie weather, Dante, religion and politics.
The Frenchman was well instructed and
very amiable. He informed Mr.. l. that
he was one of the physicians at Rouen-
Learning this, the young minister related
his case to him anG asked his advice.
The doctor examined him carefully and
wrote him prescription. They descend
ed together to Rouen, where they sopa-
rated, one to go and pay his visits to his
patients, and the other to enter an apothe-
cary shop.
Next day Mr. Edward found himself bet
ter the doctors prescription had done
him much good. He had gained more
strength in one hour than during month
Of previous treatment.
He wished to thank the doctor, and re.
preached himself besides with having offer.
ed him nothing in return for his consulta-
ton He went again instinctively to Mount
Saint Catherine. A moment after he was
reioined by the Frenchman. They both
burst out in joyous laughter, and pressed
each others hands as though they were
old acquaintance.
You have saved my life, DOCTOR" said
Mr.. Edward, warmly.
Then he touched timidly the question oi
money The doctor closed his mouth al
the first word declaring himself amply re
munerated by the success of his prescrip
tion and the JOY of his patient.
Doctor" said Mr.. Edward, "I am al
Englishman, and consequently do no
like the weight of an obligation can no
be of use to you in some way? l start to
morrow at one o'clock in the morning fo
Paris, and | am at your service"
After moments reflection, the docto
said
"No-it would be an abuse of your gooC
nature"
The Englishman pressed him so perse
veringly that the doctor finally said
" have many patients under treatmen
atmy house. Among them is very ricl
demoiselle, whose ideas are little derang
ed. | think shall succeed in saving hel
Unfortunately since about month she ha
taken into her head to return to Paris
nave employed all means to dissuade her
Dut without success. | see that there vii
he neither truce nor repose until her ca
price is satisfied have put off the jour
i4ey with her from day to day, because
nave many patients in the city which it
difficult, impossible even, for me to leave
were it only for single day"
=. Edward L. saw that he had been
l'tle too fast. But how could he dra,
back now?