Little Falls transcript. [volume] (Little Falls, Morrison County, Minn.) 1876-1894, 1885-11-20

| Appearances go q good ways toward
| a physicians success or failure, no
matter how greatly we may afiectito
underrate them &c. a d.
He should Be well dressed. "A shab-
Iby man can never assume a very dig
nifed appearance. B. His office should
be neat and inviting II augurs ill for
the amount OF a mans practice il his
office is as shabby as poor Doctor
Georges was. 4 5#
Hsthe young fellow could only have
had a chance. But there were the
people sending ten miles to K q
neighboring town, for DR.. Graves, who
could ride over in his carriage and
count their pulse beats by magnifi-
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 a manner becoming physician.
And then George had to SGT 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 q rival coming to Sharon, and the
village papers openly published in it's
| columns that > "s-55< .
San experienced and competent
| physician will do well to locate in Sha-
RON" IL, s-s,.
| After that DIR. George thought he
would really have to seek a new field
OF labor, and in deepest despondency
| he feared that he had perhaps relied
too much on the promise that had 80
long encouraged and consoled him.
But he read another promise, solemn
and sweet to his troubled heart:
II will not fail thee, nor forsake
| thee"
ut will all come right in the end"
he said; but the end seemed so far
away.
He would be only "old 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 pure and
noble manhood.
Through shame and sorrow, dis
couragement and poverty, he had
struggled up to hig her 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. -.
''It 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.
lie had not, however, wasted his time.
He had studNd and learned much.
He was a bright, observing youngfe
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 ''old Joe
Hixson's son." He had signed "Alex-
Is" 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 20
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
cold Joe Hixson's son" among strang-
ers. But there were those precious
promises!
'They will be FULFILLED yet, in the
Lords own time an, lace" he said,
cheerfully. HE prob. ,y means that
I shall 60 away from here to some
thing better than have dared hope
for"
Soonsahe made ready~to 70. 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 alwaysfelt timid about going
among total strangers. But his poor
little trunk was packed, and he had
gone around saying goodbye to the
few friends who cared to say goodbye
to him. He intended going on Tues
day. 81. III 49, 49, ~.
On Monday afternoon q 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 # there's any
thing the matter of our Tommy;
cause if there is ma wants to send for
! Doctor Graves" u # ssI3 Il.
! The Insulting message made the
blood fairly tingle in the young doc.
! tors veins. But the next moment be
laughed. g. 1 ..:3 $S..s ..S.
'"Oh! well, it don't matter" he
said; "I'll go. It will help me to say
truthfully that I've had some prac-
| tice." ss s.s 5j5..s I'll,
Tommy was the very urchin who
had sung the hateful doggerel before
DR.. Georges office. i.
The young physician examined the
boy carefully; then he said:
s"Well, Tommy, my boy, it will take
something more than grease on your
heels and tar on your nose to make
you well; you have the smallpox.
81 don't believe il, 2 said Tommy's
mother, sharply, 4 don Z believe you