Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1889-10-03

studied, we investigated, we made
elaborate chemical and physiological
experiments and researches. And vet
the welkin had not rung with the name
OF Jenkins. The modest patronymic,
Brown. had not reached out its octopus
arms and drawn to it the gaze of all
the world.
Things were in this stage the even
ing our story opens. Jenkins watched
the rings of smoke blend with the sur
rounding haze for awhile-then spoke,
as one who had been wrestling with q
mighty problem:
Things don't seem to me to be
quite equally divided in this world,
Brown. Do they to you? The rich
are too rich. and the poor are too
poor" continued he. directly.
''Oh, come. now! Don't let us have
any of that sort of socialistic stuff. I
thought you had some sense" said I.
Its so, though. all the same" con-
tinued he. Just by way of illustra-
tion-as a study in social science, say.
look at the patients who flock to the
Dives of our beloved profession, and
then at those who come to see poor
Lazaruses. or Lazari, or Lazaroni---
hang it. what is the plural of Lazarus.
anyhow? Well. whatever it is, you and
I belong to it, professionally, you
know"
I laughed in spite of myself, while I
replied:
Monsieur Jenkins you love to talk,
but you know as well as I that Dives,
| as you call him collectively. has, nine
times out of ten. made his way up to
his present eminence through the same
channels you and are steering the
craft slowly along.
Where would be the justice in ex-
pecting a man who had patiently
worked his way, and slowly built the
| reputation on which he now stands,
having to compete on equal terms with
unknown tyros like those of which,
with all respect to my audience, the
present gathering in my Office is COM
posed?"
''Well, possibly there is a moiety of
truth in your philosophy. my friend,
| though it is not always easy to reason
it out in cold blood while the carriage
of Dives throws its dust over me-
II. for one, wish the patients and
the reputation, and incidentally, of
course, the shekels. for which I labor
and wait. wouldn't tarry so long in the
| coming"
What sort of material do you and
get on which to build that reputation
for hich we pine?''
"Why, there's the washer lady's boy
with his broken leg-a good piece of
surgery. too. by the way, but who'll
ever know of itp''
'And then there's Mistress Maho-
ney's little girl with the plaster jack
et-professional services gratuitous.
as a matter of course. Fine show
ing for two and a half years of patient
and conscientious labor of waiting
isn't itp What can you show to offset
it. my professional friend!' and Jen-
kins laughed lazily.
IAN equally distinguished and prom
Using list: The colored woman's
rachitic child, and her paralytic hus-
banda bedizened house-maid with
wrist-drop from using lead cosmetics.
although she vigorously protests her
complexion was her own'-and a few
others of the same strata"
~ es, confess, Jenkins / do begin
to long for a call. at least, to patient
living in a good street. in good
house, wearing good clothes, and with
q comfortable bank account. I'm get
ting a little weary of hunting up and
ministering to distress in the alleys,
admit
Jenkins half-closed his eyes and blew
a long puff of smoke from his pursed-
up lips. He watched it a moment
dreamily. and said:
''Ah. beatific vision! I see the re-
nowned DR.. Brown tripping up the
steps of Broad-street mansion. A
liveried servant admits him. He is
shown into a darkened chamber, where,
on a couch of pain, ETC., a white
haired man losses uneasily, White
haired man sinks rapidly-but that is
owing to no lack of skill on the part of
the renowned DR.. Brown-it is but
bowling to the inevitable. White
haired man dies, but so great has be-
come his love for the good DIR. Brown
that he makes him his heir. DR.. Brown
places a becoming taken of mourning
on his hat, sets up handsome carriage
and rides on to fame and fortune"
Cheering enough, surely, but,
Jenkins, you've forgotten that "a
prophet was not without honor save in
his own country" returned Idly.
Jenkins started up suddenly, upset
ting the chair on which his feet had
repOsed.
The door had opened noiselessly, and
a slight womanly figure, stylishly clad
in dark gray costume, stood hesitat-
ingly on the threshold.
81 beg pardon-but the servant said
| should find DIR. Brown in his office.
Finding the door ajar I entered. Do
l intruder looking inquiringly from
one to the other.
s'By no means, madam Be seated,
pray"
had sprung hastily to my feet, and
was proffering her a chair.
Her voice was soft and low, and
gently mOdulated. Her voice. the