Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1889-12-14
the case.

man of strong likes and dislikes, and it
seems he had observed you for some
time before his unfortunate illness be-
gan and had been strongly attracted to
YOU. The last few days his constant
wish for you has had such depressing
effect on his constitution that deter
mined this afternoon TO talk with DR.. K.
manning one of our most celebrated
practitioners, who is in attendance, and
his advice at once was to call you. You
understand we have no hope or expecta-
ton that you can save my poor hus-
band" with a sob, "but it will please
him to have you do for him what re-
mains to be done now"
acquiesced. understood perfectly.
Jenkins prophecy-shall confess itr-
still ran in my mind.
"Would you like me to go with you
this EVENING"" inquired.
"Oh, no. He does not expect you this
evening, and it is so late. Tomorrow at
II will do. You have a consultation at
10, though (ah, she had taken note Of
that, would that be too early, do you
Think"
Certainly not. And the address,
"No. - Broad street."
Did visibly start, wonder? I did
not know; but the coincidence was most
singular. What would Jenkins say to it
all? thought.
The lady arose to depart. AS she did
so she extended her daintily gloved hand.
How small it was and how neatly fitting
the glove.
You will do all you can for the COM
fort of my poor sufferer, doctor? But I
do not need to ask"
The door closed on her only when, a
little down the block, Thomas had ap-
peared from the shadows in answer to
her reckoning hand, and joined her.
returned to my office, which somehow
seemed commonplace and dull now that
she had left it, and threw myself into
chair before the CRATE fire, which the
chill October evening had made neces-
sary. AS gazed long and absently into
the Goals, now growing dull and ash COW
cred, what visions of the future floated
hazily through my brain. was young
man. | know my older brethren will
forgive me.
How long I dreamed do not know. l
noticed at length that my mantel clock
had stopped.
"Ah, those wretched French clocks!
Forever out of order! Unjust speak to
Jurggessen to send a man to the office to-
morrow to put it in order for me. Heigh
no! l must to bed wonder what time
it is anyhow. Must be near 12."
20 to the table on which l had laid
my watch earlier in the evening, while
we had been busy with our microscopic
work.
"What is this? Gone? My watch not
here? Ali trick of Jenkins to teach
me to be more careful. Well, the fright
will perhaps be a lesson to me. What
an interesting face that little woman
had, anyhow. Confound it, wish Jen-
kins had left my watch alone. But I'll
be sure to get it before going to Broad
street tomorrow. A fine figure I should
make visiting a patient without a
watch"
went to bed and slept. The nature
of my dreams I will spare the reader.
At 10 ] called at Ianl1ins' Office to tell
him of my luck and to get my watch.
found he was out-a sudden call
ga plague on the luckl So must go
without the watch after all I wish
Jenkins weren't quite SO full of FRANKS
sometimes-but that prophecy of his
was queer any way"
l walked rapidly down Girard from
Sixteenth, turning into Broad. A couple
of blocks or SO along Broad street. GLOW
long a Philadelphia block is, anyhowl
What magnificent eye for distances
Penn must have had when he planned
the old city. l must be near my pa
TENTS residence now The houses are
few along here" / scan the numbers
eagerly-I reach the spot.
"What is this? Am I mistaken? No.
- is-a churchp'
Light slowly dawns upon me. My
watch? The little lady in gray? Was it
possible had been duped by what we
call in vulgar parlance an entry thief?
Horrible thought
But her story-the coincidence with
what we had been talking! I said to
Jenkins, when half hour later I had
burst into his office to find him returned
from visiting a patient, show do you
account for that, pray?"
Easiest thing in the world" said my
friend. "Stood in the hallway and
overheard my brilliant augury, and
adapted it, as the story tellers say, to
her needs"
"And Thomas, the footman, whom
saw waiting outsider
"Bahl pal"
My patients, my reputation and my
shekels are still making haste slowly"
Olive Grier in Detroit Free Press.