The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1883-05-17

help me to keep up heart, Susy,' and
with long breath he took both her
hands in his
''Why, there's no reason why we
should give up hearth she said, with
cheerful laugh. go now; there is
Nixon coming. He does not like to see
you here"
NO" said Philip; ''he is afraid he
will lose his clerk! He'll not find an
other that he can grind as much work
from on starvation wages.
Got go"' She pushed him to the
door, still laughing; but when he was
gone she dropped her head on the
ledger and sobbed.
Susy was an orphan. She had no
friends in the world but this man, who
had loved her since she was child.
She had more courage and energy,
probably, than ne; but the life of the
girl in Nixon shop was almost intoler-
able, and she was very lonely aud tired.
Ii DIR. Wharton was moody and de-
spairiug the next day his patients did not
know it. He never had been more gen
tie or untiring in his care of them.
They were all poor, for the hospital was
a city charity. But the more heavily
| his own trouble pressed on him the
more tender to these wretched paupers
( he grew.
He was busted all the morning with
/ one old cOuntryman, who had fallen in
/ the street from his horse, and been car
/ ried in insensible. DIR. Frazier found
/ him beside the oh mans cot early in
/ the afternoon.
! Frazier had been absent nearly all
/ day. His face was flushed and his eyes
/ burning with excitement. He beckoned
\ Philip aside.
/ There's a chance! It's something
big he whispered, excitedly. " Call
4 Poor to take your ward this afternoon
and come with me. He's going to take
mine"
. can't give up my ward to Poor.
He's a blunderer," said Wharton, grutf-
/ ly. You may, if you choose"
mo need to snub me, Phil, when I'm
trying to do you n service. You said
the other day YOU had saved a couple of
hundred dollars"
e Yes; that $ my capital to begin the
world with in September"
'Wel, Frank - my brother, you
know-has just had private informa-
ton of a great cy pected rise in the Oar
4 ling Silver Mine stock. He'll let you
and me into the chance. Wen 90
down with him to the Stock Exchange
and buy up all the shares we can
. can't leave my ward to Poor" he
said. There is no patient in danger
but this man. But he is in q very crit
zeal condition. / won't leave him.
." Nonsense! What can a couple of
hours matter? 1t is chance which
may never come to you again. It's a
dead sure thing, tell you
Wharton shock his head
Listen to reason, Phil. You may
clear enough by this venture to make II
beginning for competency for years.
You can afford then to wait for prac-
tice. You might even marry, if you
could find a nice girl with a laugh.
Marry!N DR.. Wharton hand shook,
as he dropped the medicine into a spoon.
." would need time to consider the in
vestment," he said ''even if could
leave this man. l would wish to be
clear in my conscience that it was a
proper one to make. But the old man $
condition is such that my present duty
is clear
He sat down by the cot, watching the
sick man. The picture of Susy at work
in the miserable shop, with that brutal
old Nixon driving her, rose before him.
She might have to bear this for years;
and now that possibly he might help
her, was he to give it up for this man
an utter stranger to him?
The clock licked swiftly. Wharton 5
face was haggard.
Gomez Frazier said, hurriedly.
"Tll not go, Frazier
Not go! You are not going to lose
your one chance in life for that old pau
per that-haw buck?" nOdding con
temptuously towards the cot.
IN not leave HIM"
DIR. Frazier stopped over the old man
and examined him.
He may lie in this way for days,
he said. " 1t is likely you will find him
just as he is when you come back
Yes; but he may change at any mo-
ment. The treatment l am trying is a
new one. Poor knows nothing about
it,
you'll not come, then?" hating on
his way to the door.
Wharton had followed him 4 step OF
two, and did not reply for moment.
The closed cyelids of the withered old
face on the pillow fiickered and a sharp
glance shot out from them.
No he said, quietly, Il viii stay
with him. This is my work, and will
not leave it to Poor
Frazier went to the exchange, and by
several ventures cleared several hundred
dollars. He was greatly elated over his
success.
DIR. Wharton drudged along in his
daily rounds among his pauper patients
with no other reward than the old man S
recovery. The latter was very tact
turn and irritable, and showed no graf
itude to nurse or doctor. But Philip
found his keen eyes following him con
stantly in his rounds among his pa
tients.
you are ready for discharge to-mor-
row, he said to him one day when n
fortnight had passed.
discharge, chi That was queer ex-
pertinent YOU tried on me. young man.
I've had some little experience in physic
in my day and l can't say ever saw
the like of that treatment
mo; it was not the old method, sir, -
said Wharton, respectfully, going on
his rounds.
When he came back his patient called
out, ENORMOUSLY: Where 5 the dollar
and a half that was in my breeches-
pocket when 1 was brought in? Some
thief has robbed me-
you will find it with the Superin-
tendent.
"Oh. ayeI | hope so. I've no mind to
be robbed, even by an institution. / sup
pose the charge for my keep here'H be
high, young msn?'
" There is no charge. 1t is a free
hospital
$50, SOP grumbled the old fellow to
himself, turning over in bed
The next day he left the hospital,
while Philip was at dinner, without a
word of farewell.