The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1890-11-14

Dr0dGuleSS anu eAClISG.
''Oh, my dear! my dear! such thing
has happenedr' she cried.
"Eh?" said Mrs. Deane.
"He's a gilEain!" said Miss Murga-
troyd.
"Who is?" asked Mrs. Deane.
'Dr. Virgins, at the corner store"
solemnly enunciated Miss Murgatroyd.
'Bless mel" said Mrs. Deane.
ga medical demonstration, said Miss
Murgotroyd. IAN anatomist. A man
that deals in--dead bodies!'
Wmpossible!" cried Mrs. Deane, with
the needle sticking straight into the
toes of the lawyers best blue yarn
stockings.
"Ah" sighed Miss Murgatroyd, with
little hysterical catching for breath,
'it's all very we'll to say impossible. ,
but saw 'em myself. l was just pass
ing by, on my way to the Dorcas meet
ing, when l saw the wagon drive up,
all full of things Every possible piece
Of furniture you could dream of.
Reclining-chairs, glass-cases, velvet
topped stools"
"He's going to open an apothecary's
shop in connection with his business"
exclaimed Mrs. Deane.
"And at the very bottom, my dear,
just wrapped in sheets, were two poor
corpsesv' mechanically exclaimed
Miss Murgatroyd.
Mrs. Deane's jaw dropped. "Are you
quite sure?" she asked.
81 saw their poor, pale faces myself"
replied Miss Melinda THE wretch
hadn't even the decency to cover them. :"
"Well, l neverr' said Mrs. Deane.
This ought to be seen to. Dykeville
isn't place to countenance such iniqui-
ties. I'll let Deane know right of.
He's smoking his pipe in his office, snug
and handy"
And I'll step over to Hunters and
mention tho thing to Squire Goshawk
on the way" excitedly cried Miss Me.
linda, with the sensation of modern
Joan Of Arc.
DR.. Virgins had had hard time
moving his worldly goods from the
freight depot of the Boxtown & Dyke.
vile railway. His skeleton had become
disarticulated, and the manikin had
been doubled up under forty-pound
demijohn of carbolic acid and hopeless
ly ruined. The bottles were broken in
his case of best Otard brandy; he
couldn't find his amputating instru-
ments, and his favorite meerschaum
had cracked in two pieces.
"I'll be hanged if ever you catch me
moving again!" he fervently calculated
as no sat down to eat some bread and
meat out of paper in front Of smoky
fire and drink cold coffee from tin can
which leaked. And just then there
came solemn tap-tap at his door.
MY first patient" thought DR.. Wig
gins, hiding the bread and meat behind
a medical encyclopedia and hurrying to
open the door.
There stood three tall men-Leon-
idas Hunter, Squire William Goshawk
and Mr. Deane.
walk in, gentlemen; walk in," said
the doctor, and he rubbed his hands and
looked at them with an air of smiling
expectancy. In what way can serve
you this EVENING""
peaceable and law-abiding populace
here, but there are some things which
human flesh and blood can't stand"
''And this is one of 'em," sputtered Mr..
Deane.
"We can't allow it," said Leonidas
Hunter.
You must either leave Dykeville or
abandon that branch of your profess
sion," said Mr.. Deane.
''And the sooner you understand this
fact, the BETTER" added Squire Goshawk,
with dignity.
All the while they spoke, the eyes of
the three inquisitors were wandering
around the room in restless, cratic
sort of way, which struck the doctor
with amazement.
Gentlemen, said he, what on earth
do you mean"
Where are they?" said Squire Cos
hawk.
Il don't know what you're talking
about" said Dr. Virgins.
mo equivoques, sir" sternly uttered
Mr.. Deane. You are greatly mistaken
if you think that the criminal law will
not reach YOU"
1--WE allude, SIR" said Leonidas Hunt
er, ito the bodies"
what bodies?" said DR.. Virgins.
Come" said tho lawyer, this won't
go down! They were seen to be carried
into this house, wrapped in white
sheets, in the broad light of-of-" he
was going to say day" but corrected
himself by adding: "the street-lamps!"
''Oh!" said DR.. Virgins, light break
ing in upon the troubled darkness of
his brain. "0-o-h! Yes! Exactly! l |
understandw
And then DR.. Virgins fell back into
the dislocated chair, and laug he'd until
he was purple in tho face.
Hal ha! ha" he chu ckled. They're
downstairs! Ha! ha! ha! Come and
look at them"
'The man is devoid of natural feol-
ing" thought tho three gentlemen.
But they accompanied him downstairs
to the big store, where heaps of boxes,
bales and draperies lay about, and,
standing up against the counter, tho
senSeless faces of two life-sized wooden
figures simpcred at them!