Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-11-06
DIR. WIGGINs.

was nailed with four brass headed nails
on the side of the private entrance.
"Very strange" said tho eldest Miss
Hunter. "Why didn't he have it gilded
in the middle of the bow-window?"
And put out his surgical instruments
and quinine bottles, and all the big
double teeth he has drawn, as If he
meant to keep a store?" sneered her
brother. That's your idea of doctors
Office, is it? But guess Wiggins knows
better than that"
'FHe is no doubt very modest man"
said Mrs. Percival, signing behind her
Grape streamers, "and does not wish to
obtrude his sign"
"He's a jolly old cove" said Mr..
Jones, who had met him at dinner
"And when told him how mad the
other three doctors were at the news of
his coming into the place, thought
he'd have split his sides laughing"
"OldI' cried Miss Murgatreyd. II
heard he was just in the prime Of life. ="
"Well, he's forty odd, if that's what
you call the prime of life,'" said Jones.
"And you'll all have a chance to Judge
for yourselves before long, for they tell
me he's going to move in this week"
Mrs. Deane was darning her husbands s
stockings by the light Of a shaded lamp,
the next evening but one, when Miss
Melinda Murgatroyd rushed in, pale,
breathless and excited.
''Oh, my dear! my dearl such thing
has happened!" she cried.
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"Re's a Culain!" said Miss Murga-
troyd.
"Who is?" asked Mrs. Deane.
''Dr. Wiggins, at the corner store"
soIemnIy enunctaUed Miss Murgatroyd.
''Bless mel" said Mrs. Deane.
ga medical demonstration. said Miss
Murgotroyd. IAN anatomist. A man
that deals in-dead bodiesP'
"Impossible!7 cried Mrs. Deane, with
the needle sticking straight into the
toes of the lawyers best blue yarn
stockings.
"Ahp sighed Miss Murgatroyd, with
a little bysterical catching for breath,
''it's all very we'll to say impossible
but 1 saw 'em myself. 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
corpsesp' melodramatically 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, 1 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 handyV'
''And I'll step over to Hunters and
mention the thing to Squire Goshswk
on the wayP' excitedly cried Miss Me-
linda, with the sensation of a 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
and the manikin had
been doubled up under forty y-pound
demijohn of carbolic acid and hopeless
ly ruined. The bottles were broken In
his case of best Otard brandyI 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 he 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 a solemn tap-tap at his door.
my first patient" thought Dr.. Wig
gins. hiding the bread and meat behind