Democratic Northwest. [volume] (Napoleon, Ohio) 1869-1894, 1892-01-07

ginning 10 grow Somewhat supersensi-
tive"
On our return to the Office we found
several patients walting Tor the MS
penser Of potions, pills and pow'lers.
My doctor spent an hour or ilDn. rc.ieg-
ing the aches and pains that had sou-ht
him out Then we had supper Before
the meal was over the telephone rang
again. The man of science serenely
abandoned his cold ham and iced tea.
and could hear him say:
"Yes; give the baby two drops at H."
'Helloi No, don't wake her up during
the night If she's restless at sunrise
rub her with oil. That's all GOodby."
Before he could resume his supper a
patient rang the Office bell. Ny doctor
was engaged for hour. When he re-
Joined me on the piazza the mare was at
the door.
"More callsY" / asked.
"Yes, of course: l always spend the
evening on the road
We are gone until II o'clock. The
roads we traversed, the darkness of the
woods, the dreary barking of watch dogs
are to me like an unpleasant dream.
We returned to the Office tired and worn.
The doctor looked pale, and supposed
of course that he would go at once TO
bed. What was my astonishment to see
him place upon his desk a number Of
account books.
"ls not your days work doneY"
asked.
He smiled hopelessly. "Just begun,
my boy. If didn't work now the re-
suit of the last twenty-four hours would |
amount to nothing in dollars and cents.
Then he spent half an hour in making
notes for his days labor. l watched him
with an emotion that was almost rev
erential. Here, if anywhere, was a man.
Subduing all inclinations toward friv-
olity or even healthy recreation, he goes
on his way day after day, applying as
skillfully as he can the scientific knowl-
edge in his grasp.
For him there is no night, no Sunday, |
no vacation; always fighting death he
gives up his life to the conflict. And |
what does he find? Testy patients, ig-
norant people who neglect his commands.
ungrateful fools who seem to think that
he is slave to their demands, men and |
women who look for miracles and do not |
know that even a doctor cannot always
stay the hand of Terror's King.
"And now for bedP l exclaimed, as he
laid aside his books.
mot yet. | must have my case re-
filed"
Out into the night again. Near at
hand a light CLEANS in the window of
drug store. A sleepy clerk answered
our knock, and in few minutes my
doctor was busy with the bottles on the
shelf. He was at work fully half an
hour. In his case he carried fifty phials
Many of the drugs had been exhausted |
in the days routine, and the act of re-
plenishing took, time. l yawned and
fretted but the doctor seemed to feel no
fatigue. HE is made of iron," | said to
myself as he strobe homeward with a
firm and even tread.
had almost fallen to sleep later on
when | heard some one descending the
stairs 1t was 12 o'clock.
"Where are you going?'' asked, as l
recognized the doctors portly FORM
"lnto the office for an hour" he re-
"This is the only time in which
have chance to do my scientific read
ing"
| went back to bed, but l could not
sleep. | was wondering how much my
friend made year. At breakfast the
next morning l said:
doctor, | don't want to be imperti-
nent, but will you kindly tell me how
much your practice pays you"
He smiled quizzically as he answered:
81 earn $4,000 a year. collect about
5000. Hartford Times.