The Russellville Democrat., 1889-10-03
JENKINS PROPHECY.
Also an Account of How It Was
 Fulfilled.

My friend Jenkins drew another of my office chairs toward him. laid his feet across it, and emitted long, drawn spiral of smoke from the lips from which he had just removed the stem of a meerschaum pipe which was my chronic envy. had in vain en- deayored to beg, purchase, or purloin the said pipe.
 No use, old boy" had been his in- variable reply. "This pipe belonged to the old Student Lagen, and cling % it as 10 d sort of sacred relic.n
 'sAch those old Vienna days! How merry tksy were, and how full Of worllln
 Jenkins, NJ. D., lay back in his chair and watched the spirals expand and grow dim until they blended with the general murky tint of tho atmos- phere in my inner office, and mused. We had spent the preceding two hours or more preparing specimens for the microscope, and now that the evening was well on its way, had laid aside work for our customary goodnight smoke. Our friendship had been q strange enough one. Meeting first at Bilroth's Klinik in Vienna, the ex- change of a casual remark inspired by the feeling of can1araderje among stu dents of the same sciences, had led to an acquaintance full of pleasure to both
 l had left him there, with face pointed to the Orient, when l turned my reluctant steps Parisward on my return to America.
 Goodbye, old fellow. l may write to you some time, but not now
 When l have made the welkin ring with the name Of the famous Dr. Jen- kins you will surely hear from me; until then l shall be too busy to carry on much correspondence. Peace be unto you.
 He wrung my hand in parting, while the merry look in his eyes, that made one forget for the nonce that life was not all a joke, dimmed little.
 And to you, peace," and turned away.
 Three years passed, and walking rapidly around the corner of Chestnut street in the early dusk, on my way to my office in Twelfth, l ran uncere- moniously into a pedestrian coming with equal momentum from Twelfth to Chestnut
 Il beg pardon, sirl I didn't see you, said I, hastily, as l recovered from the rebound and was rushing past him.
 Its only fair 10 suppose you wouldn't have bumped yourself against me 10 your own detriment if you had seen me- sir; so l accept your apology in its entirety.
 ''I turned in amaZement to see what manner Of man was my late opponent who should answer my aDende honor aJte in this wise, and we both burst into hearty laugh.
 We were both bit shaken in the concussion. l believe continued he iaughingly, but it did, if you'll par don me, sound little asiuine in you 10 explain that you didn't see me May ask, sir, if you run into people that way when you do see them?"
 As he had spoken l had turned { little, and the light from the stree lamp on the corner had fallen on my face.
 Brown, as l live! Old boy, how small the world ia.'
 "Jenkinsw
 A hand-clasp followed that bridgeC the silent years aud made us chumi again and in Vienna.
 You shall come home with mo fo the night" said l. "Come; no re fusaL dwell hard by. By the way which hotel are you at, Jenkins? ant m send around for your traps"
 I'm not at a hotel-my traps ar foo numerous for transportation-an' can't remain away from my office to night even for inc pleasure of staying with my long-lost Brown.
 "OGice?" I had stammered. '' don't quito comprehend. In Phila delphiu.
 Precisely. You grasp the situa ton with amazing clcaruess. Six tcenth and GIrmd. Been there tw. years.
 And so it was. For two years VI who believed each other at the anti podes had walked the streets of th same great city, scarcely more than etonc's throw apart How odd 1t al seemed
 We took up the old friendshi where wc laid il down and agai plodded on our way together. W studied, wo investigated, we mad elaborate chemical and physiologica experiments and researches And ye the wclkin had not ruug with the nam Of Jenkins The modest patronymiC Brown, bad not reached out it's octopu arms and drawn to it the gaze of al the world
 Things were in this stage the even ing our story opens Jenkids watche the rings of smoke blend with the su rounding haze for awhile-then spok, as one who had been wrestling with mighty problem:
 "Things don't seem to me to D