Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1885-08-22

The insulting message made the blood fairly
tingle in the young doctors veins. But the
"Ohl well, it don't matter he said; "J'u 20.
1t viii help me to say truthfuiiy that I've had
some practice"
Tommy Yves the very urchin who had sung
the hateful doggerel before DR.. Georges office.
The young physician examined the boy care
"WeT, Tommy, my boy, It win take some
thing more than grease on your heels and tar on
your nose to make you well; you have the
81 don't believe it," said Tommy's mother.
sharply, II don't believe You know smallpox
from the measles! III send for DR.. Graves right
very well. madame" said Or. George, polite
ly bowling himself out
But late that evening Toms mother came
'Dr. Graves wouldn't come" she said; "he
was going TO, but when he heard that it looked
well, and just sent some medicine that amt
done him bit OF good. Hyou sOould come up,
sir!'
1t was the first time he had been addressed as
'sir'' for many a day.
'Of course will CO." he said.
practice in Sharon. Within ten DAYS there
were fourteen cases of smallpox The annals
of the little town contain q record Of how it
the end came there were one or moro cases in
nearly every house. The means taken to pre-
vent the spread of the disease had proved in
effectual At last the town was quarantined.
When Doctor Graves was sent for Q second
time Ii was discovered that he had suddenly
been called away ION business" He stayed
Doctor George went back to his empty ONCE
AFTER seeing Tommy second time. He un.
packed his lit. little trunk, lighted candle and
read until midnight, until I, 2, 3 O'Clock, until
the dawn Of day-that found him on his Blended
that there had been given him work 10 do
That change was coming in his life. He
opened bis well-worn little Bible and read:
faf tkHaA f>v-uu kya tk,0o - md
again he read: BE strong, and again say, be
strong"
And he was strong.
sasa sssR Ss was ss the Strength OF ten
He became q tower Of strength to those
stricken people. He was doctor. nurse, consider
more than he thought he ever should be to
suffering creatures.
His success with Tommy was assured within
q few days, and Others came eagerly after him.
His skill In battling the disease was wonderful.
Had he not the Heavenly help? There were
few deaths, and many people came forth, their
fair and blooming cheeks unmarked by the
Mrs. Colonel Giddings' beautiful daughter
was stricken down while making preparations
Mrs, Giddins's own carriage came for "old
Joe Hixson's son." His contaminated pres
ence was in her splendid parlors and in her
full Watching brought her beautiful daughter
forth with all Of her girlish loveliness un-
He had hardly time to eat or sleep for many
days. His very presence gave hope and cour-
age to the suffering.
he escaped the contagion. but when his last
case was dismissed he was utterly exhausted,
and quietly left the village for o week or two of
rest.
When he returned his heart sank within him.
In the window of one Of the handsomest office
rooms in the town he saw the word "Physi-
elan" in great letters of gold.
handsome curtains were before the win
dows. Everything indicated that the new
conner had been q successful man. He hardly
dared TO read the name on the door. When he
did he read:
DR.. George II. Hixson."
go long in and see how you like it." said
Old Enoch Lampson, who stood grinning on the
pavement.
The amazed young doctor opened the door
and went into a beautiful office. A handsome
carpet and rugs covered the floor, walnut and
mahogany chairs with velvet and plush cush-
ions were In corners, mahogany table and
secretary stood in the room, pictures and orna-
ments were on the wall, books filled a walnut
bookcase with a silken curtain. Back of this
pretty room was one for privete office, fitted
up In the handsomest style.
"l-l-don't understand it," said Doctor
George.
Don't, hey?" queried old Enoch. "Wall,
hit s a little s'prise fixed up fer you by Mrs.
Colonel Giddings an the rest of us. Bout the
hull town he'd a finger in hit Hits all yer own,
an all paid fer. reckon you hain't lost nothn'
by trustin' in the Lord. He ginrally brings His
promise to pass, you kno."-L L. Barbour, in
Boston Examiner.