The Arkansaw traveler., 1886-03-20

ten napoleOnS 2re not SumcienI TOT the operation, name your terms"
 "Sir," said l, CT must decline your offer, see no reason whateveT for such an operation, and will not undertake it."
 "Why not2 If 1 desire it, and am will ing to pay, what can it signify to you ?"
 "There is such thing as principle" answered, "and refuse to mutilate per feet limb. must wish you good even- ing, begging you to think better of such an insane proceeding"
 My visitor reg mded me with an ugly stare, then turned away, impatiently re- tied the scarf about his neck, saying de- 6antly My proceedings are nothing to you. did not come for your advice or your opinion, simply for your professional services. wish you good night. MT. Secretan, and regret troubling you"
 He stalked through the room, redonned his ulster, seized his umbrella, and made for the door, which opened for him, holding my lamp over the handrail to light his way down stairs. "Mad," said to myself, as looked after him '; Che must be, although he did not appear SO"
 reseated myself at the table, but could not apply to my task; my strange visitor l u60 QuIkC QuSGkACQ lC. WAdtCtCt COulQ be his motive for wishing to undergo such an operation2 Would he go to Ja- cobi2 wondered. Ifso, Jscooi's ideas on the subject might be altogether differ. ent from mine he was immensely clever and skillful, the chance of a living subject a great temptation. l resolved to visit him early the next morning in order to ascertain. lodged in the Rue Ste. Mar guerite, close to my hospital, but Jacobi rented small atelier further away, for he was fond of modelling and first-rate anatomist. Jacobi himself opened the door to me. He wore his canvas apron and sleeves, and held his modelling tools in hls hand, greeting me with effusion. Personally the young Italian was direct contrast to myself small, spare, agile, with thin face, sparkling dark eyes. and a physiognomy of Jewish cast, in uni son with his name"
 "Ah, mic Secretano, he cried before had time to mention the object of my visit, "l have had such a stroke of good fortune VIval have performed my first professional operation. Knowest thou, my friend, that last nights tempest blew me patient, and r."
 "l do know that is why am here" Then proceeded to give him an account of my visitor. "And SO you performed the operation" said in conclusion "Oh, Jacobi, how could you do it ? He is mad"
 "Not be-" answered Jacobi; Che is more awake than either you or 1. If he wished to be rid of hand, what then ? 1t was his affair. Per corpo di Bacce Scru- ples have l none. remembered, mic Secretano, that you English commit sui eide in Novemhe her. This signor let him self off easier."
 How did he stand the operation P"
 Unhinchingly. Doubtless he had his reasons. What are they to me Cener in bocco and take the fee is my maxim. lighted all my lamps, selected my best instruments To it was not ten minutes deing and behold, ten napoleons !"
 "How did he hear of us, Jacobi?"
 Reveal he would not 1 was curious to ascertain; so after his departure to the Hopital, went through wind and rain, at late hour, to interrogate old Michel, the concierge, and he told me an English monsieur had questioned him as to the most expert young surgeons studying there. Thanks to bon Michel, he men toned you and me"
 "Well done, JAcobil What strange affair! Why did he not go to surgeon of repute, wonder2"
 Because the signor had his reasons. You attach too much importance to it. performed the operation with skill and speed into my pocket put his gold i; and have an addition to my collection of casts" Jacobi waved his hand in the direction of wall, upon which bung a medley of bones, diagrams, squeezes and pipes. l did not understand. "Lookr he said. taking small 0 ject from a bracket and removing wet cloth-it was the cast of a mans hand. recognized it with shudder. Is it not fine spec imen; long, nervous, intelligent, capable !. of wickedness or skill-who knows? 1 admired it so much, SO much, l took a cast of it worthy of RoubilliacW
 Accustomed though was to the oper- ating. room, there was repu sion to me in the sight of that hand, because there was no occasion for its amputation. Had it been crushed or maimed I should have thought nothing of it, but an active, healthy, dexter handl 1t was a mystery
 "Why trouble thy head2" observed JdCooi' AOoA uPon N 6S ousiuSsS transaction"
 l. could not share his philosophical feeling, and during the rest ot my soiourn in Paris kept a constant lookout for my nocturnal visitor, but never encountered him so a mystery he remained.
 CHAPTER II.
 Two years afterwards found me in partnership with well-known doctor at . Hampstead. had passed my examina- ton in London at the College of Surgeons, and commenced practice. should have preferred Savile Row to Frognal but had resided in that orthodox medical . locality, the chances are l should not have had a chain of events to relate that form strange narrative. It was my cus- tom on fine mornings to go for con- l stitutional up to Hampstead Heath, where the air comes uninterruptedly over H H. al