The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1878-04-17
A Good Story.

ter, Alexander II. Stephens was on
! the Bennett side, and Robert Toombs,
then Senator Of the United States,
was for DR.. Royston. The doctor
proved the number of his visits, their
value according to local custom and
/ his own authority to do medical prac-
tice. Mr.. Stephens told his client
that the physician had made out his
case, and as there was nothing where.
with to rebut or offset the claim, the
only thing left to do was to pay it.
4 "No,' said Peter;"T hired you to
speak in my case, and now speak" "
Mr.. Stephens told him there was
nothing to say; he had looked on to
see that it was made out, and it was.
Peter was obstinate, and at last
Mr.. Stephens told him to make a
speech himself, if lie thought one
could be made.
~ WILL" said Peter Bennett, if Bob
by Toombs, won't be too hard on me.
Senator Toombs promised, and Pet
er began.
Gentlemen of the Jury-you and
is plain farmers, and if we don't
stick together these ere lawyers and
doctors will git the advantage of US.
amt no lawyer nor doctor, and l
no objections to them in their proper
place; but they amt farmers, gentle
men of the jury.
"Now, this man Royston was anew
doctor, and / went for him to come
an to doctor my wifc'ssore leg. And
he come an put some salve truck on
it, and some rags, but never done it
one bitof good, gentlemen of the jury.
don't believe he is no doctor, no
way. There Is doctors as is doctors,
sure enough, and this man don't earn
his money; and you send for him, us
Mrs. Sarah Atkinson did, for a negro
boy as was worth $1,000, he just kills
him and then wants pay for it"
II DON'T" thundered the doctor.
"Did you cure him?" asked Peter,
with the slow accents of judge with
the black cap on.
The doctor was silent, and Peter
proceeded.
Gas Twas saying, gentlemen Of the
jufS; we farmers lEhen We sell our
cotton has got to give vally for the
money we ask, and doctors aint none
too good to be put to the same rule.
And | don't believe this Sam Roys-
ton is no doctor, no how"
The physician again put in his
roar, with:
"Look at my diploma if you think
am no doctor"
"His diplomat" exclaimed the new
fledged orator with great contempt.
"IIis diplomat" Gentlemen that is a
big word for printed sheepskin, and
it didn't make no doctor of the sheep
as first wore it, nor does it of the man
asnow carries it. A good newspaper
has more IN it, and pint out to ye
that he amt doctor at all.
The man OF medicine was now in
u fury, and screamed out. "Ask my
patients if l am not doctor!'
a asked my wife," rotorted Peter,
"an' she said us how she thought you
wasn't"
ASK my other patients" said doc,
tor Royston.
This seemed to be the straw That
broke the camel's back, for Peter re-
piled with look and tone Of unut.
terable sadness:
"That is a hard sayin', gentlemen
of the jury, and one that requires me
to die or to have powers as I've heard
tell ceased to be exercised since the
Apostles Does hccxpect me to bring
the Angel Gabriel down to toot his
horn before his time and cry aloud,
"Awakc, ye dead, and tell this court
and jury your opinion of Royston's
practice?" Am | to go to the church
yard and rap on the silent tomb and
say to um as is at last ut rest from
physic and doctor bills. Get ur
here, you, and state if you died a
natural death, or was hurried W
some by doctors?' He says ask his
patients, and, gentlemen of the jury
they are all dead! Where is Mrs
Beazly's man Sam? Go ask the
worms in the grave yard where he
lies. Mr.. Pcake's woman Sarah was