The Russellville Democrat., 1889-10-03
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inc best medical skill to be had Tn Vac citv we could see no sufficient reH on why a new physician should be cs He'd to the case.
 After short pause:
 My poor husband has always been n man of strong likes and dbslikes, and it seems he had observed you for some time before his unfortuna to ill., meas began, and had been strop gly att tracted to you. The last few days his constant wish for you has had such a depressing effect upon his condition that I determined this aftern oon to talk with Dr. X (naming 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 expectation that you can save my poor husband" with a sob. ''but it will please him to have you do for him what remains to be done now"
 l acquiesced. I understood perfect ly. Jenkins prophecy-shall l coniesa itP-still ran in my mind.
 Would you like me to go with you this eveningPn l inquired.
 "Oh, no. He does not expect you this evening, and it is so late. To- morrow at eleven will do. You have a consultation at ton, though (ah. she had taken note of that). would that be too early, do you thinkP"
 Certainly not And the addressP"
 No. - Broad street"
 Did I visibly start, wonder 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-ftting the glove.
 You will do all you can for the comfort of my poor sufferer, doctor? But 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 beckoning hand, and joined her. returned to my off ce, which some how seemed commonplace and dull now that she had left it, and threw myself into chair before the grate ] fire, which the chill October evening had made necessary. As gazed long and absently into the coals, now grow l ing dull and ash covered, what visions l of the future foated hazily through my brain. l was a young man. l know my older brethren will forgive | mo. f
 How long I dreamed I do not know I noticed at length that my mantel clock had stopped.
 ''Ah, those wretched French clocks! Forever out of order! l must speak to Jurggessen to send man to the office tomorrow to put it in order for me. Neigh ho! must to bed. l wonder what time it is anyhow. Must be near | twelve"
 go to the table on which l had laid my watch earlier in the evening. while we had been busy with our microscop- ic work.
 What is this? Gone? My watch not herep An! a trick of Jenkins to teach me to be more careful. We'll, the fright will, perhaps, be lesson to me What an interesting face that little woman had, anyhow. Confound it, wish Jenkins 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 . watch" /"
 l went to bed and slept. The nature of my dreams I will spare the reader. At ten called at Jenkins office to tell him of my luck and to get my watch. I found he was out--a sudden call.
 "A plague on the luck! So must go without the watch after all. l wish Jenkins weren't quite so full of pranks sometimes-but that prophecy of his l0aS queer anyway"
 I walked rapidly down Girard from Sixteenth, turning into Broad. A couple of blocks or so along Broad street. How long n Philadelphia block is, anyhow! What a magnificent eye for distance Penn must have had when he planned the old city. l must be near my patients residence now. The houses are few along here.n scan the numbers eagerly-I reach the spot.
 
 What is thisP Am l mistaken9 No. No. ----is-d church!"
 Light slowly dawns upon me. My watch? The little lady in grayP Was it possible l had been duped by what we call in vulgar parlance an entry hief? Horrible thought
 But her story--the coincidence with what we had been talking! l said to Jenkins, when half hour later had burst into his office to find him re- turned from visiting patient, "how 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"
 Bah! a pal n
 My patients, my reputation and my shekels arc still making haste slow. lyn-Olive Green, in Detroit Free Press.