Dodge City times., 1890-05-02
EOW.
They parted at the door of the inn.
CHAPTER v.-rHE GAME-MouNTJoY PLAYI
NEW CARD.

CHAPTER v.-THE GAME-MOUNTJOY PLAY1
NEW CARD.
Mr.. Vimpany (of the College of Sur.
geons) was a burly man, heavily built
from head to foot. His bold round eyes
looked straight at his fellow creatures
with an expression of impudent good hu.
NOR; his whiskers were bushy. his hands
solid. Add to this q broad sunburnt face,
and q gray coat with wide tails, a waist
coat with q check pattern, and leather
riding gaiters-and no stranger could have
failed to mistake Mr.. Vimpany for q farm.
er of the old school. He was proud Of the
false impression that he created. Mature
built me to be farmer" he used to say.
But my poor foolish old mother was .
lady by birth, and she insisted on her son
being professional man. hadn't brains
for the law, or money for the army, or
morals for the church. And here am .
country doctor-the ono representative
Of slavery left in the nineteenth century.
You may not believe me, but never see Q
laborer at the plough that l don't envy
him."
This was the husband of the elegant lady
with the elaborate manners. This was tn
man who received Mountjoy with q "glad
to see you. SIR" and a shake Of the hand
that hurt him.
Coarse fare" said Mr.. Vimpany, cary.
ing big joint of beef: "but can't afford
anything better. Only a pudding to fol.
low, and glass of glorious old sherry.
Miss Henley is good enough to excuse it
and my wife's used to it-and you will
put up with it, Mr.. Mountjoy, if You are
half as amiable as you look. Pm an old
fashioned ia man: The pleasure of a glass
Hugh's first experience of the "gloriou,
old sherry" led him to discovery, which
proved to be more important than he was
disposed to consider it at the moment.
He merely observed, with some amuse-
ment, that Mr.. Vimpany smacked his lips
in hearty approval Of the worst sherry
that his guest had ever tasted. Here,
plainly self-betrayed, was o medical man
who was an exception to general rule In
the profession-here was a doctor ignor.
ant Of the difference between good wine
and bad
Both the ladies were anxious to know
how Mountjoy had passed the night al
the inn. He had only time to say that
there was nothing to complain of when
Mr.. Vimpany burst into an explosion Of
laughter.
'Oh. but you must have had something
to complain OFF, said the big doctor. II
would bet hundred, IL could afford it.
that the landlady tried to poison you with
her sour French wine"
do you speak of the claret at the inn,
after having tasted it!" Mountjoy asked.
What do you take me for!'' cried Mr.
Vimpany. AFTER all have heard of the
self. can tell you"
Aiountjoy received this answer in sill.
enca. The doctors ignorance and the
doctors prejudice, in the matter of wine,
had started new train of thought in
Hugh's mind, which threatened serious
consequences to Mr.. Vimpany himself
There was pause at tho table; nobody
spoke. The doctor saw condemnation Of
his rudeness expressed in his wife's face
He made rough apology to Mountjoy,
who was still pre-occupied. mo offense,
hope? It's in the nature of me, sir, to
speak my mind. If l could fawn and fat
ter, should have got on better in my pro
fession. Pm what they call rough .dia-
mond. No offense, Isayp
That's right. Try another glass Of
sherry"
Mountjoy took the sherry.
Iris looked at him, lost in surprise. II
was unlike Hugh to be interested in Q
strangers opinion OF wine. 1t was unlike
him to drink wine which was evidently
not to his taste. And it was especially I'M.
like his customary courtesy to let himself
fall into thought at dinner-time, when
there were other persons at tho table. Was
he i'll! Impossible to look at him and not
see that he was in perfect health. What
did it melny'
Finding Mountjoy inattentive, Mr.. vimp.
any addressed himself to Iris.
Il had to ride hard, Miss Henley, to get
tients, must tell you, who send for the
doctor, and then seem to think they know
more about 1t than the very man whom
they have called in to cure them. Il isn't
he who tells them what their illness Is;
it's they who tell him. They dispute about
the medical treatment that's best for
them: and the one thing they arc never
tired Of doing is talking about their symp
toms. 1t was an old mans gabble that
kept me late to-day. However, the Squirs.
as they call him in these parts, In Q pa-
tient with long purse; am obliged to
"A gentleman of the old school, dsa.
Miss Henley" Mrs. vimpany explained.
ed, turning to her husband.
"Bettery cried the outspoken doctor.
Pooh! There's nothing the matter with
him but gluttony. He went to London,
consulted great man, q humbug with
q handle to his name. The famous physi-
clan got rid Ct him in no time-sent him
n abroad to boil himself in foreign baths;
he came home again worse than ever. and
consulted poor me. found him 1t din
ner-a perfect feast. I give you my word
Of honor!-and the old fool gorRing him
self till he was black in the face. His
wine. should have said, was not up to
the mark; wanted body and flavor, you
know. All, Mr.. Mountioy. this seems to
Interest You; reminds you OF the land
lady's wine-ehi Well. sir. how do you
think I treated the SQuiref Emptied his
tnnrm old inside with an emetic-and
there he was on his legs aeaini When.
ever he oyereats himsok he sends for me-.
and pays literally Iought 70 b grateful
- hun. s1A Is@ Qpen my sosL I b.