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


who come to see poor Lazaruses, OF
Lazari, or Lazaroni-hang it, what il
the plural of Lazarus, anyhow? Well
whatever it is, you and l belong to it
professionally, you know"
laughed in spite of myself, while l re
piled;
Monsieur Jenkins. you love to talk
but you know as well as that Dives, a;
you call him collectively, has, nine times
out of ten. made his way up to his pres
ent eminence through the same channels
you and | are steering our 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 composed?
"Well, possibly there is 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 it's dust over me-"
Il, for one, wish the patients and the
reputation, and incidentally, of course,
the shekeIs, for which labor and wait,
wouldn't tarry so long in the coming"
"What sort of material do you and l
get on which to build that reputation for
which we pineF"
"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 it,"
"And then there's Mistress Mahoney's
little girl with the plaster jacket-profes-
sional services gratuitous, and, as mat
ter of course, fine showing for two and a
half years of patient and conscientious
labor of waiting isn't it?" What can
you show to offset it, my professional
friend?" and Jenkins laughed lazily.
can equally distinguished and proElis-
ing list: The colored woman's rachitic
child, and her paralytic husband-a be-
dizened house maid with wrist drop from
using lead cosmetics, although she vigor-
ously protests 'her complexion was her
own'-and a few others of the same
strata"-
Eyes, confess, jenkins, 1 do begin to
long for call, at least to patient liv-
ing in a good street, in a good house,
wearing good clothes and with a COM
Portable bank account I'm getting a
little weary Of hunting up and minister
ing to distress in alleys, admit"
Jenkins half closed his eyes and blew
long puff of smoke from his pursed up
lips. He watched it moment dreami.
Iy, and said:
"Ah, beatific vision! l see the re-
nowned DR.. Brown tripping up the steps
of Broad street mansion. A iveried
servant admits him. He is shown into a
darkened chamber, where, on a couch
of pain, etc., white haired man losses
uneasiiy. White haired man sinks rap
idly-but that is owing to no lack of
skill on the part of the renowned DR..
Brown-it is but bowling to the inevi-
table. WnIUe naIreu man ufes, but 90
great has become his love for the good
DR.. Brown that he makes him his heir.
Dr.. Brown places becoming token
of mourning on his hat, sets up hand
some carriage and rides on to fame and
fortune"
Cheering enough, surely, but, Jen-
kins, you've forgotten that "a prophet
was not without honor save in his own
country" returned I idly.
Jenkins started up suddenly, upset
ting the chair on which his feet had re-
posed.
The door had opened noiselessly and a
slight womanly figure, stylishly clad in
dark gray costume, stood hesitatingly
on the threshold.
~ beg pardon-but the servant said
should find DR.. Brown in his Office.
Finding the door ajar I entered. Do
intruder" looking inquiringly from one
to the other.
"By no means, madame. Be seated,
pray"
/ I had sprung hastily to my feet, and
was proffering her chair.
Her voice was soft and low and gently
modulated. Her voice, the neatly gloved
hand, the quiet, tasteful costume, the
very manner with which she dropped
into the proffered chair, bespoke the
lady.
Turning to my friend, who was hastily
preparing for departure, said-1 know
shall be forgiven for it:
I'm meet you there, then, in consul
tation at-let me see, tomorrow is a
pretty full day-how will 10 O'Clock
dor"
"Finely-suits me exactly"
1 accompanied him to the street door.
sit has come, old fellow. The prophet
claims his honor. A little blunder re-
garding the sex of your patient and g
few of the minor details, perhaps; but
you can't expect novice in prophecy
to get all the minuti@ straight"
"Adieul Come and report to me at II
tomorrow" And he ran down the steps,
l watched him fer little down the
dimly lighted street, while collected
my wits, which tho sudden advent of the
lady had somewhat scattered, and re-
=, turned to her presence. She sat where
ne Tleft her, with the same graceful, un.
conscious pose. She seemed lost in
thought as l entered, but glanced up hall
sadly, half timidly, as I seated myself
opposite her. A little woman of perhap:
80, with a sad, refined face.
81 came in to consult Jou regarding
my husband, who is an invalid, and
wishes you to come to him." she be
gan. sit may seem strange to you thai
come to you myself at this hour in
stead of sending a servant, but having
scarcely left my husbands bedside al
day, felt that l must come out and gel
q breath of air nlltside the sick room q,