New Ulm weekly review. [volume] (New Ulm, Minn.) 1878-1892, 1885-10-21

WIS SIMPLY gaining TO the hlgh-Scrung
young man. He was daily htlrtaby
covert or open sneers. Even children
ridiculed him and his new title.
Could anything be more exaspera-
ting than to have q crowd Of ill-bred
urchins assemble in front of his poor.
shabby little Office, while one OF their
number sung out:
Doctor, doctor, kin you tell
What will make a sick man well?
Grease his heels and tar his nose,
And that will do / suppose .
The Doctors office was such ashab-
by little affair, and he was quite too
poor to make it better. It had no
carpet, no pictures, nothing but a
cheap desk, O. chair or two, and the
few old, but valuable books which
comprised the Doctors library.
Appearances go a good ways toward
a PHYSICIANS success or failure, no
matter how greatly we may affect to
underrate them.
He should be we'll dressed. A shah
by man can never assume very dig
nltied appearance. His Office should
be neat and inviting. It augurs i'll for
the amount Of a mans practice if his
office is as shabby as poor Doctor
Georges was.
Ii the young fellow could only have
had a chance. But there were the
people sending ten miles to K
nelgshbor1ng town, for DR.. Graves, who
could ride over in his carriage and
count their pulse beats by magnif-
cent gold watch. His clothes were of
the best and tailor-made, and he had
graduated from the same college from
which DR.. Georges diploma had come.
His father had left him moderate
fortune, and he could begin his career
in amanner becoming a physician.
And then George had to set in his
dreary office, in his frayed and patched
garments, waiting for the patients
that would not come, while DR.. Graves
went driving by day after day.
Every few days the disturbed and
detected young doctor heard rumors
OF rival coming to Sharon, and the
village papers openly published in its
columns that
can experienced and competent
physician will do well to locate in Sha-
rom"
After that DR.. George thought he
would really have to seek new field
OF labor, and in deepest dependency
he feared That he had perhaps relied
too much on the promise that had so
long and consoled him.
But heread another promise, solemn
and sweet to his troubled heart:
II will not fail thee, nor forsake
thee"
''It will all come right in the end,''
he said; but the end seemed so far
away.
He would be only cold Joe Hixson's
SON. to these people all the days of
his life. There was no end to that
shame and sorrow. The sins of a
drunken and depraved father were Wis
tied upon the head Of son who was
deserving Of the worlds honor and
esteem. He had risen above them in
to the beauty and glory of a pure and
noble manhood.
Through shame and sorrow, dis
couragement and poverty, he had
struggledup to higher and better life,
and yet the good people of Sharon
daily made him look backward to the
life he had left. And no friendly hand
was stretched forth to help him on.
ward.
cit is really surprising to see the as
surance odd Joe Hixson's SON. dis
plays" said Mrs. Col. Giddings, the
wealthiest woman in Sharon, "with
his antecedents to set himself here for
our physician"
How many of us can look back
through the ages to ancestors in whom
there was no guile, and from whom
we need not blush?
During six months DR.. George had
but two patients; one of them was a
boy who had cut his finger badly, and
the other was child with the collie.
He had not, however, wasted his time.
He had studied and learned much.
He was a bright, observing youngfel-
low, and no one in Sharon would ever
have guessed that the bright letters
and sketches they read in certain east
ern papers were written by cold Joe
Hixson'sson." He had signed "Alex-
is to all he had written, and had been
able to meet his small expenses with
the money hehad received for his work.
But he had not spent four years
studying medicine to finally become a
reporter.
At last he made up his mind to 90
out west. Hope had died out in his
heart. The people OF Sharon were de-
termined to ignore him. He could not
succeed there. But there was that
young mans Mecca-the boundless
west. Perhaps the fates would be less
cruel to him there. He need not be
told Joe Hixson's SON. among strang-
ers. But there were those precious
promises!
''They will be fulfilled yet, in the
Lords own time and place" he said,
cheerfully. "He probably means that
/ shall go away from here to some
thing better than I have dared hope
for"
Soon he made ready to 90. The
home OF his childhood was dear to
him and he was fond of familiar faces,
even if they were not always kindly.
He had always felt timid about going
among total strangers. But his poor
little trunk was packed, and he had
UNnp around Souino Good ~,