The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1885-08-22

career in a manner becoming a ply
sician.
And then George had to sit in his
dreary office, in his frayed and
patched garments, waiting for the
patients that would not come, while
DIR. Graves went driving by day
after day.
Every few days the disturbed
and detected young Doctor heard
of rival coming to Sharon,
and the village paper openly pub
lished in its columns that
"An experienced and competent
will do well to locate in
After that, DIR. George thought he
would really have to seek new
field of labor, and in deepest de-
spondency he feared that he had
perhaps relied too much on the
promise that had so long encourag-
ed and consoled him.
But he read another promise,
solemn and sweet, to his troubled
heart:
81 will not fail thee nor forsake
thee"
at will all come right in the end,"
he said =; but the end seemed so far
away.
He would be only "Old Joe Hix-
sons 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 visited upon the head
of a son who was deserving of the
worlds honor and esteem. He had
risen above them Tito the beauty
and glory of pure and noble man
hood.
Through shame and sorrow, dis
couragement and poverty, he had
up to a higher and bet
ter life, and yet the good people of
Sharon daily made him look back
ward to the life he had left. And
no friendly hand was stretched out
TO help him onward.
"It's really surprising to see the
assurance old Joe Hixson's SON
said Mrs. Colonel Gliding
the wealthiest woman in Sharon,
with his antecedents to set him
self here for our physician"
How many of us can look back
through the ages to ancestors in
whom there was no guile, and for
whom we need not blush?
During six months DIR. George
had but two patients; one of them
was a boy who had cut his finger
badly, and the other was a cnild
with the collie. He had not, how
ever, wasted his time. He had
studied and learned much.
He was Il bright, observing young
fellow, and no one in Sharon would
ever have guessed that the bright
letters and sketches they read in
certain Eastern papers were written
by "old Jos Hixson's son." He had
signed "Alexis" to all he had
written, and had been able to meet,
his small expenses with the money
he had received for his work.
But he had not spent four years
studying medicine to finally become
a newspaper reporter.
At last he made up his mind to
go out West. Hope had died out in
his heart. The people of Sharon
were determined 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 "old Joe Hickson's
son" among strangers. 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
something better than l have dared
hope for"
So he made ready to go. The
home of his childhood was dear to
him, and he was fond of familiar
faces, even it 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 gone around saying
good-by to the few friends who
cared to say good-by to him. He
intended going on Tuesday.
On Monday afternoon little tow,
headed boy met him on the street.
"Say, you, Doctor George" he
said, "my ma wants you to come
up to our house and see if there's
anything the matter of our Tommy
cause if there is ma wants to senC
for Doctor Graves.
The insulting message made tn,
blood fairly tingle in the youn,
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