The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1885-04-04

Beyond the sea Of death love lies.
Forever. yesterday. to-day.
Angels shall ask them: Is it wellP
And they shall answer: Yea"
My boy meets me in the hall. His name is
Dubby Joe. At least. believe. strictly, it Is
Joe Dubby: but the transposition has been SO
long effected by my clientele that it has ceased
to be questioned by anybody; least of all by Joe
himself
Its Pirky Trust says Dubby Joe. you're
wanted right away to Trusts. Sisters
sick
Pirky Trust stands pallid on the door steps,
cap in hand.
Pirky is an overgrown lounging boy of an in
definite age. All the Trust boys are oyergrown.
and all lounge; there are five of them; they look
like obtuse angles and behave as they look,
am apt to think, when treat their sister-the
only woman in a big, motheress. masculine,
bury family, and put upon accordingly.
What is the matter with your sister. Plrky?'
Dunno says Prky, after some thoughts.
They're all scared of her. She's dangerous.
They told me 10 bring you lickty split"
who is with her-who sent you, PirkyF
''Dr. McAlI sent me- He's there. And pas
there. And Mrs. Gumbrugens there-and Gum
brugen. But he wouldn't come for you himself,
Jim Gumbrugen wouldn't. He said was to go
she's pretty dangerous. DR.. McAll told me to
runs l never run in all my born days-Tm beat
out painted Pirky, plaintvely.
1t is waste of moral force to reason with the
L.
learned that He loves his sister, too; they all
do as much as that. Acutely as / should enjoy
picking Prky up by the back of the neck, as
one does puppy, and finging him half way
home, am conscious what breach of politico-
spiritual economy that would be that / content
myself with saying mildly:
Jump into the carriage. Pirky, and I'll take
you round" and Prky lumps-no, / should say
| that Pirky, painting, pathetic with the lofty
moral expression of martyr, lunges IN
L. Al. 4 sxHkD he
hot bright morning. The lines in the red. brick
walk show hard and strange to me, and am con
scous of counting them as 60 out over our lit
tie front yard and down the steps to the side
| walk. All my nature made idle and unsympa-
thetic by happiness, braces itself to its task-the
| healer's ceaseless, remorseess blessed task of
| holding to his heart, though it stab him to his
hurt-nay though it stab him to his DEATH suf-
| fering not his own.
linger to send Dubby Joe uptown to defer
| the consultation; for / see-no do not see
what is before me. AS Pirky and turn the
| buggy round look back at the open window,
| through which | hear my young wife singing
| stil
Beyond the sea of death love lies
Here, properly speaking my story should be-
/ GIN Let me tell you then. in as few words as
may be, who and what they were of whom
write.
| Lloyd McAll was the young doctor to whom l
| gave my overflow work. meant TO take MN
| into partnership some day. He was the son of a
! personal friend. had always known him; had
been his preceptor given him his first patient;
hurrahed over his first cure; helped him over his
| first failure loved him and trusted him, aud
/ made of him. as the women say. He was a
sensitive. lovable fellow, and deserved all that
he ever had from me, and more
! Home Trust was our patient, for some time past
| McAll had treated her. She was a sick woman
worn out in the service of an exacting, thought
less family of six men. who demanded and found
| mother, daughter, sister. nurse seamstress
| aundress cook in the body and soul of one deli
! cate girl
! She was the daughter of very respectable
/ baker.
| He was her physician.
She was his patient.
He was well born. well-bred, well-read, and not
without talent.
| Her simple education" at the common schools
] came to an end the day of her mothers funer-
al, when, at fourteen, she came home TO do for
the bereaved baker and the five long, loungy,
/ little Trust boys.
| He was unwedded and unbound.
| She was engaged 10 be married.
He was man of high aspirations and delicate
honor
She was a charming creature.
Let me recall what can of the girls personnel.
| Perhaps did not at the time occupy myself to
| cali her beautiful, but l was busy man. My
patients moved beneath my orders like pawns
| upon chess board, and SO that they moved ODE
| them. To my own mind. the relation between
patient and physician is peculiar to itself
so essentially out of the natural environ
ment in which human beings meet and ought
| to meet that the introduction Of any
thing like personal sentiment into it is nnpleas-
| ant TO me. do not like even to treat my own
wife. She was never my patient l find it diff
| fcult to estimate perhaps the full emotional
| chances Of the relation
1t is true, perhaps, that there was something
| about Miss Trust which one had to think about;
for find that some little personal details occur
| to quite easily. / am sure she had pleas
| ant figure, and that she was graceful in her mo-
| tions. There was something quiet and pleasing
about her dress, which never Haunted or fared
| into the incoherent fashions favored by women,
| especially by young women of her social class;
there was gentle and nunlike effect to tile colors
! she wore else TO her way of wearing them
| not that the girl was bit of nun-rather a
| real piece Of human nature, sweet and fresh
| She had those large gray eyes OF the iridescent
| type which deepen TO dark brown when one is
| much moved She had a refined voice. and the
merriest laugh that ever caught itself in sick
| room People are feared or respected for this
! or that; they are beloved for their laugh or
smile Home Trust was too young to smile
We had them-widows, and women with
| their lives behind them-plenty of them in our
| clientele-who smiled on their doctors like
| Sisters of Charity, even lat respectful inter
vals) like angels. This sick girl still laughed
| 1t was delightful
Her name was Homer-E. Homer, l think;
| Ellen. Eliza Emma or whatever-but the name
| which the poor child's mother had attached to
| her in this beautiful contraction chung to her
! like her own bright hair Now that / think of
| it, she was blonde
| This loving and lovable name had been i'm
| proved upon i'll a pretty way.
| / really cannot say what started it--whether
twas the sweet fame of her service for that great
hulkine family, who would no more have thought
of such thing themselves than would last years
buns or whether it was her rare way of getting
| along" with her neighbors not one of whom but
was in debt to her for some of the endless
| kindnesses which now and then make neighbor-
| hood an ideal matter; or whether it grew ont of
| her attention to neglected children, to whom at
her busiest and her weariest she had passion
for offering all sorts Of little Inequalities and
brooding motherly care; or whether the name,
as have heard it suggested, originated with q
poor. wretched girl, who sought refuge at the