St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1885-02-25
THE YOUNG PHYSICIAN.


quite TEN ptation when one understands
just how much-no pain, only dull stupor,
and then-death! It's strong tenn ptation
when living is so hard and disappointment
so bitter. Ali Heaven! How much l hoped
for! And here 1 am, six months after my
graduation, without a dollar, without IA
patient, without hope; my rent for this
room due tomorrow, and not dime with
which to meet it, nor a prospect of earning
onei Just such straits have made many an
honest man a thief, a murderer--or a suicide !!
And wonder what Miss Gordon would think
now of the pitiabe wretch who has had the
audacity in all his wretchedness to love her!
Love! to Lowell I, with starvation before
me, or-this!'' The young man lifted a
small bottle of light powder aud held it be-
tween him and the flaring dimness of the
poor light; a slight curl came to his fine lip
as he tossed it again on the table.
''Even Catiline, in all his wretchedness,
when his plans had failed and his hopes had
left him, called it the towards cure, " be
said, scornfully, ''and think can be as
great as Catiine in this. Let the power that
SdNG IcCdli me- Will HOl ILL my own
hand against itn
He paced back and forth in the small, bare
room. On the door below card INFORM ed
the public that here could be found Carl
Blau, physician and surgeon; and while Carl
Blau waited for the public to claim his SKILL
the public passed by and employed better
| known and older men. The hour was late :;
the fine form of our young physician showed
| nf,1l nd OF ho
limits of his room ibis blonde head was bent,
his arms crossed on his bosom. He was
thinking of his German home, his German
| friends, the many fair hopes that had lured
him across the ocean, to seek fame and for
tune in a strange land among strangers; and
he was also thinking of woman's proud,
beautiful face, which had charmed him
| strangely a month before: seen by him only
as it passed him in the street; seen by him
often since, and now impressed upon his
| heart, unknown to the fair daughter of wealth
| and luxury, whose name he had discovered
! to be Miss Gordon. Are there many women
who, like this fair aristocrat, win hearts to
| love them as they ride by, careless, in their
CARRIAGES! Miss Gordon was an heiress and
belle, but no one of her admirers gave her
the utter devotion, the almost idoiatry, which
was given her by this young German physi-
clan whose face she had never even looked
on.
"The irony of itl' Carl thought bitterly
and then his musings were broken by a rapid
tattoo on his door. Composing his features,
he went and opened it.
MY friend" he said, in his usual mus-
cal voice, TO which clung slight foreign
accent, sis there need of so much waste Of
energy, Pray enter; if it is you want, |
am most happy to place myself at your
service"
A servant in livery entered and spoke in a
hurried, excited way.
II could not get DR.. Gray and you are the
nearest; can you come with me at once
this moment!"
Carl simply took his hat from where it
hung, aud, placing small medicine case in
his bosom, signiied his readiness 10 90 with
the man.
"Who is to be my patIentn' he asked, aR
he locked his door and put the key in his
pocket. His pulses bounded as he received
the answer:
"Mr. George Gordon; he has had fit,
SIR"
Then he found himself in a Injurious car
rage aud the man on the box was driving as
for life. 1t scarcely seemed moment later
that he was following a servant along wide
hail on the marble floor OF which bis steps
rang softly; then up stairway, where the
rich velvet beneath his feet hushcd every
sound of their fall, and then he had entered
| a dimly-lignted apartment, where a woman,
young, beautiful, graceful, bent over a white
! face, set and rigid, on the pillows Of the
couch that he approached. As he uearcd
her, the woman turned and he found him
self facing one whom he had learned to love
Miss Gordon, the hcress. Her beautiful
face was white as death; her dark eyes were
filed with terrible fear, her delicate lips
were tremulOus with sorrOw.
''You are a physician -
He bent his head in silence and gently
put her aside while he made an cxamin alton
Of the patient. She watched him without
seeming to breathe, so great was her anxiety
When he turned from the couch he again
met those great troubled eyes but the man
was then merged in the physician, his pulses
we're calm aud his eyes uutroubled as they
met hers.
''You will save bim7 He is my father.
You viii save his lifep'
II will try. ! think I CAM know viii
do my best, but you viii not remain here:
you will allow me 10 send everybody from
tue room bot one servant. / will send you
word frequently"
And when daylight came slowly and softly
in through the eastern window be looked up
from the face Of his patient. which was los
ing its asheu rightly, aud sent Ter tits mes
sage:
'.He will live"