The New Bloomfield, Pa. times. (New Bloomfield, Pa.) 1877-188?, 1880-09-14
THE DOCTORS STORY,
A Bride From the Grave.

TT is almost an old story now, though
4. was an actor in it; but the world is
ever reproducing itself in some form or
fashion. Was there not an instance, in
the August of this very year, of resur-
rection taking place at Harrington, when
all that quiet locality was startled from
its propriety by the discovery of body
cast in its shroud beside its grave, which
had been violated to procure the jewelry
with which the deceased had been inter-
red? My adventure, however, refers to
the regular old "body snatching'' times,
before unclaimed subjects were supplied
to the anatomical theatres from our pub
lie hospitals, and when houseless ruff
fans of the lowest and vilest type made
livelihood by their loathsome and
almost nameless trade.
had graduated at the great medical
school Of Edinburg, after hard tussel
with Hunter and Fyfe's Anatomies,
Bell on the Bones, the cell theories of
Schwan, and even graphing with some
of the abstruse and now exploded specu-
lations of Gall and Spurzheim. I had
mastered all had undergone all the
jolity of the graduation dinner, and with
Frederick Morrison, M. d., duly figur-
ing on my portmanteau, found myself,
with my college chum Bob Asher (who,
by the way, had not passed., sailing
from the harbor of Leith for London, in
the Royal Adelaide, one of the only two
steamers which then piled between these
ports.
Though "plucked'' for the third time,
poor Bob was in no way cast down.
With him, study at Edinburg had been
all a sham. He had duly 'matriculat-
ed" and sent the ticket as proof there
of to his father, who duly paid for
classes he never attended, and expensive
books he never read. But Bob had
always plenty of money then, at least,
while had barely wherewith to pay
my class fees and lodgings in Clerk
Street, quiet place near the university.
At last l had the letters &C M. D."
appended to my name-those magical
letters which open the secrets of house
holds, the chambers of the fairest, the
purest, and most modest and most re-
fined to the perhaps hitherto wild, and
it may be ''rake-hell" student, who is
thereby transformed suddenly into a
member of the learned profession,
grave and responsible member of So
ciety.
had graduated from one of the best
German universities, and was turned out
with the mystic letters, ''M. D." to my
name.
A comfortable home, board and wash
ing, with forty pounds per annum
where on to enjoy the luxuries of this
life, were the inducements which drew
me back to London, where became
duly inducted as assistant 10 DIR. Cram
mer, in Bedford Street, Strand, one of
those old-fashioned practitioners who
always had lighted crimson bottle
flaming over the door by night, and had
dingy little room off the entrance hall,
with skull or two on side table,
snakes in ''good spirits' on the mantel-
shelf, and which by its appurtenances
seemed laboratory, surgery and library
in one.
The DOCTORS practice was more fash
ionable, however, than one might have
expected from his locality, and many a
patient of his visited in the statelier
regions of Piceadilly and those pretty
villas that face Buckingham Palace and
n - - - -
fuasy and pompous little man, with a
bald head, an ample paunch, and a