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

heels and tar On your nose to- make
you well; you have the small -pox.
Idon't believe it, = said Tommy's
mother, sharply 81 dom believe you
know small ox from the measles!
I'll send for DR.. Graves right on. 9
Very well, mad lame, . said DR..
George, politely bowling himself out.
But late that evening Tom mother
came crying,to DR.. George.
DR. Graves wouldn't come, she
said; The was going to, but when he
heard that it looked like the small
pox with Tommy he said he WASH t
well, and Just sent some medicine that
amt done him bit of good. If you
would come UP, sr!;'
1t was the first time he had been adj
dressed as "siro for many day.
sOf course / will co." he said.
That was the beginning Of DIR.
Georges practice in Sharon. Within
ten days there were fourteen cases of
smallpox. The annals Of the little
town contain a record of how it was
scourged by that fearful disease. Be-
lore the end came there were one or
more cases in nearly every house.
The means taken to prevent the spread
OF the disease had proved Intellectual.
At last the town was quarantined.
When Doctor Graves was sent for a
second time it was discovered that he
had suddenly been called away
"on business He stayed away all
winter.
Doctor George went back to his
empty office after seeing Tommy a
second time. He unpacked his little
trunk, lighted a candle and began to
read a certain medical work. Heread
until midnight, until 1, 2, 3 O'Clock,
until the dawn Of day-that found
him on his Bonded knees, prayerfuE,
and even fearful He felt that there
had been given him work to do-that
change was coming in his life He
opened his well-worn little Bible and
read
II will not fail thee nor forsake
thee, and again he read: "Be strong,
and again say, be strong"
And he was strong.
ellis strength was as the strength OF ten,
Because his heart was pure"
He became q tower of strength to
those stricken people. He was doc
tor, nurse, consoler-and more than
he thought he ever should be to sui
terlng creatures.
His success with Tommy was: as.
sured within a 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 fourth, their fair and blooming
cheeks unmarked by the dread disease.
Mrs. Colonel Giddings' beautiful
daughter was stricken down while
making preparations to fly from the
town.
Mrs. Gidding's own carriage came
for cold Joe Hixson's son. His con
taminated presence was in her splen-
did parlors and in her daughters
dainty room. His skill and careful
watching brought her beautiful daugh-
ter forth with all her girlish loneliness
unframed.
He had hardly timeto eat or sleep for
many days. His very presence gave
hope and courage to the suffering.
He escaped the contagion, but when
his last case was dismissed he was ut
terly exhausted, and quietly left the
village for 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 'sPhysician' in
great letters OF gold.
Handsome curtains were before tho
windows. Everything indicated that
the newcomer had been a successful
man. He hardly dared to read the
name on the door. When he did he
read:
CDR. George H. Hixson."
eco 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 mahog-
any chairs with velvet and plush cush-
ions were in corners, a mahogany
table and secretary stood IN thereon,
pictures and ornaments were on the
wall, books filled walnut bookcase
with a silken curtain. Back of this
pretty room was one for a private
office, fitted up in the handsomest
style.
''[I-don't understand it," said
Doctor George.
Don't, hey?" queried old Enoch.
SsWall, hits a little s'prise fixed up fer
you by Mrs. Colonel Giddings an the
rest OF us. Bout the hull town he'd q
finger in hit. Hits all yer own, am
all paid fer. I reckon you hain't lost
nothin' by trustin' in the Lord. He
gin'rally brings His promise to pass,
you kno. II. L. Barbour, in Boston
Examiner.
Thirty-six Hours i'm a Bear Trap.
Boston Special to the New York Tribune.