The record-union., 1891-03-08
RossITER's STORY CONTINUED.
CHAPTER I.

l have furnished Miss Longnus' state
ment. and will now proceed with my
own.
1 will begin by giving you glimpse of
my professional career. | always think
q reader becomes better acquainted with
writers if they give u little Of their do
mestic life, or a sort of recommendation
as it were. Though, l am sorry to say,
there is nothing very interesting-for
which l beg ten thousand pardols-in
my. past career, and if it wearies' you,
dear friends, just jump these pages until
| come back to the story again. So to
begin.
After struggling with adversely until
my ambition had well nigh deserted me,
l suddenly found myself the rage of Lon
don, and could now command fee, which
two months previous 1 could not deem
possible, and why? simply because tickle
fortune, or to be more explicit, tickle
fashion smiled upon me; nay, not only
smiled but laughed and took me impui-
sively by the hand in right good will.
How 1t all came about is mystery, but
from struggling, almost starving medi-
cal practitioner l speedily became ''Dr."
Felix Rossiter, the wonderful young
physician whose cures were said to be re-
markable. My fame becoming so uni
versal l Immediately became the proud
possessor of noble span of thorough
breds, the latest thing in carts, and in
short established myself q bachelor pied
d-te1re in Grovesnor Square, London.
think the secret OF my Success, and how
it came about was this: o.
One evening was seated in true Amer
lean fashion before The glowing and CRATE
ful warmth of the fire, toasting my toes
upon the fender, meditating seriously
upon the plan of pulling up sticks and
seeking fortune elsewhere; for that day
had proved even worse than the former
no money, no patients. AT least plenty
of patients willing enough to pay If they
possessed the means, poor creatures. But
administering to the ills of the body and
no income, soon eats big round hole in
a poor mans pocket-book.
With the smoke of MY cigar curling
above me to the ceiling-it was a good
one--I can go without wine at dinner,
never miss my po1tsse-c6fe at breakfast; in
TACT, could forego numerous other dain-
ties, which would be considered by some
essential to the inner man. But one
thing l could not resist and that was my
cigar, and a good Havana at that 1t
rested, soothed and comforted me, and in
its luxurious breath | forgot the cares and
anNieties which | might undergo during
the weary hours of the day, A good cigar
is the only consolation a poor man may
enjoy. But this evening my cigar failed
to do its magic work. I was in deep
reyerie, disconsolately n3qsing upon my
.uneny1able position, and something
which was not habitual with me, made
me envious and covet others luck. My
mind wandered back to the old college
days.
What a jolly set of chaps we were-my-
self the lightest-hearted amongst them.
What larks and pranks we used to play
upon the unwary freshmen.
There was Eastman, the finished stroke
in the University crew; Ted Nettelton,
who, for Town and Gown row, was ever
foremost, and for which he was eventu-
ally expelled, and now he is a full-fiedged
bishop, from whose lips eloquence flows
like dripping honey, and whose name is
spoken with love and reverence by all
England. Then there was another, Dick
Trevor, good hearted, irrevocably stupid
Dick, timid to girlishness. We used to
call him Miss Dicky Bird" 1 laughed
aloud, "Can such changes be?" At my
elbow. upon the table, is the Times,
which bears upon its printed columns a
brilliant speech from the Honorable Rich
ard Trevor, who, for years, has found no
equal in the House of Commons. As a
legislator he manifests prodigious ac-
tivity. Statesmen hang upon the words of
the silver-toned orator. Women try to
gain one utterance from his lips. Yes, as