Evening capital. (Annapolis, Md.) 1884-1910, 1890-06-28
DIR. KEENE'S STORY.

am New Yorker, born and bred. |
graduated in medicine and hung out my
first modest shingle in that city. The
modest amount of money left me by my
parents who died when was mere boy
was at this time nearly exhausted, and
my practice for some time left me with
good deal of leisure time. Not more,
though, than l would have liked for
scientific research. / was fond of bur-
rowing into old and forgott medical
works, not neglecting, however, by any
means, newer writings, for | meant to
keep abreast of the times, but these old
books had a singular fascination for me.
! was very fond of experiments, too, and
am still, hut never tampered with life
or health. ! was only not just satisfied,
il the usual remedies failed, to fold my
hands and let the patient die. wanted
TO try, then, something out of the usual,
if was sure that no harm would ensue.
/ was not so reckless as you may think,
either, and this my medical brethren
learned, SO they quit Struggling their
over my experiments.
The most interesting of my experi-
ments they never knew about, and tins is
the first time have ever spoken of it to
any one besides those chiefly concerned.
Frank Howard was one of my most in
innate friends. met him one summer
in the Catskills, whittier had betaken
myself for a weeks change and fresh air.
] put up at a lonely farm house, where
VIoxuo~d etxx>,Niv,rr f.n, a dav ~ await tI,a
arrival of some friends, was SO unfortu-
nate as to sprain his ankle. Itwas moth
ing serious, but it compelled him to re-
main quiet for few days. His friends,
arriving, proceeded on their way, leav-
ing him in my care.
Frank was CHEEKY happy young fell
low of 90, and took his mi5hap with un-
commonly good grace. ] read to him
from my small store of books and papers,
and we had long and interesting talks.
Frank was full of the enthusiasm of
youth, and l, eight or ten years his
senior, was, my steady going colleagues
would have said, a visionary romantic
boy. Those few days made us better ac-
quainted than we would have become in
months of intercourse in the city. When
Frank was able to reioin his friends, my
time was up and returned to town, re-
GREETING the necessity that compelled me
to part with the pleasant young fellow.
He did not forget his promise to look
me up when he returned to the city, and
from that time on we were the best of
friends.
Ny friend was good looking young
fellow, tall, well made as to figure, easy
and graceful. He had blue gray eyes, a
well shaped brow and rounded chin, dark
hair which, however, was quite thin,
giving promise of early badness, nose
perhaps trife too long, and an upper
lip trife too short. His front teeth,
though white, were not well shaped.
Greatly to his sorrow he could not raise
a mustache, try hard as he might, and
he had tried very hard, indeed, investing
many dollar in nostrums warranted to
produce the desired result.
Frank well knew what an improve
ment mrstache would be-he did not
banker after whiskers, mustache was
all he wanted-for he had worn false
ones upon several occasions when taking
part In private theatricals. He was quite
clever, and played very well for an anna
teur, but often accepted part. verify
believe, more for the opportunity it gave
other reason.
He was very well situated, financially.
His parents were dead. His father had
left him a good business, which, however,
had so far demanded little of his time, as
his father had also left him a partner, a
shrewd steady bachelor, without near
kin, who was devoted to the young man.
Considerable property outside of the busi-
ness added good deal to his income
Like myself, he had few relatives, but
then he had hosts of friends, and was a
great favorite in society. There were
plenty of nice girls who would have be-
come Mrs Howard-one at time, of
course-had he asked them, mnstache or
no mustache. No one thought of his
lack Of one as he did, and none but /
knew how he felt about it
We had been discussing various ex-
periments one evening when he had
dropped in, as he often did, on his way
to reception After silence Of some
moments, evidently spent in deep
thought, FOR he had not seemed to hear
one or two Of my remarks, Frank broke
out:
See here, doctor, cant ron transplant
: bit OF some ones scalp @ my lip. and