Idaho semi-weekly world. [volume] (Idaho City, Idaho Territory) 1875-1908, 1889-10-04

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'eiiins the parents that there il no q,
cause Tor III Very likely there is
nothing the matter with her; but wbv
does she coughP''
That was exactly what her mother
said to me. - "e'
mere you are; and r1amma was
quite right; the must be some cause
Tor IT, We may not be able to Law our
niger upon 1t, for we must examine
ana understand our patients thor
oughly very often before we can make
out their ailments, and then one finds
the mischief, because, you see, we are
expected to discover it,
But suppose there really is moth
ing.n
Nonsense! There always is. But
even II there were not, we are equally
pound to find it; for If you tell these
anxious people, i can discover moth
ing wrong. they will naturally put il
down to your ignorance, and send for
somebody else who has knowledge
enough OF human nature or sufficient
savosr faire not to be embarrassed
with SO small difficulty. Now, do
you see my meaningP"
Theoretically there is nothing.
practically there is.''
"You may put it 80. II so It please
you. But | assured you that there is
ana there Is = your vigilance and
punctilious exactitude notwithstand-
ing-a little convenient difference in
resonance. The mamma heard the
remark. as | intended her to do; she
Lad not the remotest idea what it
meant-why should she havep-but
she is perfectly happy now that the
cause OF her darling cough has been
discovered, because she thinks. the
cause being known. the cure will fol.
low. The more uninteligible the ex-
PLANTATION, the more convinced is she
OF It's correctness One may remedy.
you know. difference in resonance:
out now can you pretend to cure per-
son whom you persistently declare to
have nothing the matter with herP"
1 began to understand.
"Now." continued this consummate
reader OF soclety's intelligence. Il ad-
init that this is not science"
"Nor what the schools and our
academical training teach u.s." haz-
arded |.
'Quite so, my dear fellow; but ac-
cept for once the tuition of a man who
has not altogether failed in his pro-
fession. What l have taken the
trouble to demonstrate to you gratis is
good working rule-smelling q
little, perhaps, so to speak, of the
shop or of legal tape-but If our
patrons are satisfied, our patients
made happy, our regulations ad-
vanced, can we wisely permit SO triv-
ial matter as departure from slavish
adherence to what is miscalled prin-
ciple to stand between US and uccessP"
"Well," admitted l, little sadly,
perhaps you are right"
''Of course | am, my dear young
friend. am cynic, but / succeed.
| have been, for instance, beseeched
to meet you here to-day. And now for
treatment"
A little delicate counter-irritatio
was sug gested and agreed on; then
the fashionable physician stepped into
his elegant turnout before the door OF
Mount Aureo. amid the profuse thanks
OF Mrs. Midas Contango, a hundred
guineas richer FOR his half-hour's
visit As he shook hands with me, on
throwing himself back among the
cushions of his brougham, the famous
expert smilingly whispered: You
are too modest, my ingenious young
friend; you have already the science
OF medicine at your finger-ends; why
not acquire the art alsoP Adieur'
One rarely takes part in consulta-
ton without learning something; but
| never obtained such valuable practi-
cal knowledge from any meeting with
brother professional as | did in that
inglorious scene in the drawing
of Mount Aureo, in which | was SO
sadly let down, for time at least, in
the estimation of Mt. Midas and Miss
Muriel Contango.
Miss Muriel subsequently recovered
her temporarily defective resonance
sufficiently to gladden. the hearts of
her parents by making marriage-at
their cost-into noble house. | still
have the pleasure of ranking her
among my patients, but for no organic
or other serious ailment; and | have
it on excellent auth rity that her hus-
band, Viscount Barrenlands, would be
extremely glad at times, when he has
been Unfortunately extravagant with
his unearned increment, if Lady
Murel's vigor of voice and physique
were both little less robust Cham
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