The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1892-06-18

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w ton. The hour was late
nearly midnight, but no sign of
WEAKNESS was on either face. The
room was library with well file
bookcases on oil sides, a large bust
ness like table in the center and deeply
cushioned chairs scattered about.
One bookcase contained only medi-
cal works in substantial bindings
and with marks OF service plainly
visible.
DR.. Thornton, host and owner of
the handsome house in which the
room was situated, was man past
40, with iron gray hair, strongly
marked features, toll erect figure
and an expression at once kindly
and resolute. You read prompt de-
cision in his dark blue eyes and q
sympathy in the pleasant smile that
often crossed his lips.
His compaion, cavity bearded and
bronzed by travel, was far hand
somer man, but with weaker face.
"At last, he" said stretching him
selfl azily in his deep armchair, 81
find you alone and disengaged. Give
me permission to stuff q to vel into
that obtrusive Office bell OF yours,
30 that no whining woman or squall-
ing brat can summon you away and
make me unhappy"
Cant be done, Tom. Make the
most of me now, for the claims ofthe
whining woman and the squalling
brats cannot be denied"
lyon know what want to hearl
] left hear you twelve years ago a
poor man with n struggling almost
wholly gratuitious practice, n sworn
bachelor and almost a hermit outside
ofyonr professional duties. find you
wealthy, with charming wife ind q
popular member Of society, and yet
your practice is, as before, almost
entirely among those WHO could not
fee you If they wonld. From what
relative, unknown to me, your own
cousin, did inherit your fortune?"
Ibid it ever occur to you, Tom,
that there are romances in real life
oil about us, quite as improbable as
those found upon the shelves of the
circulating library? My experience
will convince you that speak with
authority. Twelve years ngo-we
are getting old, Toni was rs you
say, a poor man, studying hard, liv-
ing IN stuffy house in poor neigh
borhood, hoping for better times,
more profitable practice and a fuller
purse. Twas bachelor because ] could
offer only poverty to wife; q hermit
because my studies were engrossing,
In my small house l kept one old
woman servant, who cooked for me
and kept things tidy. Having no
carriage needed no boy, for Martha
could write, and had q much larger
Office practice than that outside.
at was late one bitter night in
January, when was reused by the
Office bell and the sound OF excited
voices under my window. Huston
ing down, l found several men carry
ing upon n shutter the unconscious
patient was to aid, if possible.
"'An old man, sir, knocke down
BY runaway horses and run over
said one of the party as they depos-
tied their burden gently upon sofa.
Badly hurted. I'm thinking, doctor,
but not deadP
"Badly hurt, indeed, / fonnd him,
and my examination convinced me
that any further motion would re-
suit fatally. Keep him l must, or
risk his life by removal to q hos
pital. With the assistance oil two OF
the men / undressed him and put him
into my own bed, noticing then that
he wore no coat.
Somebody took It of, they told
me, and apparently somebody kept
It, as 1t never appeared again. In
the trousers pockets were only some
trihing articles, bunch OF keys and
o handkerchief, but nothing TO give
any clew to the identity Of my pa
tient and unlimited guest.
II will not enter into the details oil
the injuries that excited my interest
rs a physician and surgeon, as much
% they called for my sympathy a. a
man. There we're complications In
the case that called upon all my skill
and knowledge, and the patient on.
:. durascs Of great suffering mnde me