Waterbury evening Democrat., 1891-04-04

son tell me what you think of it. I have been simply dazed after reading and re-readIng 1t q score of times, and confess that I'm dnzed still"
 Crawford Clyde examined the paper with as much expedition as his many professional dutles allowed. However, this meant with him no long delay, for he found time to do every thing-though nothing well, if faith could be put in the judgments of his foes. But his friends affirmed far differently. They said, and seemingly with loving unc- ton, that he managed to do every thing, and nothing i'll. It is certain that by some of his own guild this wondrously successful young physician was often called a sham, fraud. But as Ross Thorndyke had quickly seen in him, he was really the kind of man in whom solid traits predominated, while fanciful ones merely embellished and trimmed these, like friezes of ornate carving on structure both sturdy and grave. Those who estimated him by his whims and conceits were speedily convinced of his shallowness. Passionately a music lover, he was often seen at the opera; OCVOUcu UO Jilo hONS1Ss nc SS1- dom missed a good one in either En- glish or French; fond as Q woman of flowers, he bought them at all seasons, filling his apartments with them and not seldom over-flling as well Q button-hole of his modish coat. He dwelt in a small but luxurious home, and received his patients in a room heavy with floral perfumes and decor ated in Moorish designs. When he wrote his prescriptions a diamond of great value, set in twisted silver, flashed from his right hand. He was hardly fve-and-thirty, with eyes that held the bafling darkness and luster of ebony 1 when made to shine its most somberly brilliant, and a face whose pointed brown beard and waxed mustache had been spitefully compared to that of some susceptible bouIecardGer.
 "You should have been a Frenchman," :" Dr. Thorndyke had once said to him. | '"Then you would never have had to meet the accusation of humbug.'"
 'I don't meet 1t now," smiled Clyde, with a wave of one shapely hand; "I dismiss It."
 All in all, he had achieved phenom- enal success, alone piercing with envy | UuOS0 WHO "GI6 uuS0ucTOuS to deny the worth of his notable cures. That this number was large it need not be recorded, since there are some persons who have a private little rogues' gallery composed entirely of those who in sny special march of ef- fort have presumed to distance them.
 Nevertheless, Clyde had for a phy- sician his mental faults, and among these imaginat on ruled as chief. Full of fine munitions, he sometimes forgot, in this bloom and hey-day of his vic torious career, the cooler methods which had mainly conpassed it. "We men of science must speak by the card" he had once said in his crisp, gay way to Thorn dyke, "or enthusiasms will undo us. ' His auditor had smiled, thinking how sadly, if this were true, Clyde would have been updone before he could count, as now, his patients by the hundreds. l With these ,enthusiasms Gerald had now grown pleasantly familiar. And | yet, through the weeks of their ac- | quaintanceship he had never seen so vivid sparkle in the dark eyes of his new friend As when Clyde at length handed him back the paper fraught with l its alleged solution of the impossible.
 ''I don't claim to be of much impor- tance as chemist, were the first words that greeted Gerald, ''but unless l mightily mistake, my boy, here Is bii of genius at to startle millions"