The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-07
MY FRIEND, THE DOCTOR.
How He Was Caught Making
Moonshine whisky.

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strabismus Dollarhidc. NJ u. was
Pine Hills physician. The balsam
which resin is thought 10 give to the at
mosphere was not natural antidote
for malaria, as the shriyeled, hide
bound look Ola majority Of the people
Of that region indicated. Even the
hogs were generally thin and puny and
the cattle were apparently lineal
descendants OF the stock whose blue
meat furnished food for soldiers in the
days Of the southern confederacy. So,
at crossroads, In wild waste OF
pines, the doctor had erected double
log house, where he lived with his wife
and one daughter. Here he had built
up, as he expressed 1t, "a lucrative
practice. Though numerous, his pa
tients We're all poor, and II seemed
strange that he should thrive SO we'll;
yet he averred that he saneyer took
truck for biil--only cash--and I'm
pretty we'll fxed, as You can see" He
was we'll fxed. His house was neatly
furnished as are many such houses in
these backwoods, rough without, and
attractive withinand he had n farm
of two hundred acres planted in corn,
which he said never failed of crop"
His daughter was pretty girl, well
grown. with natural grace and un-
affected hospitality that was charming;
her mother in feature and manner, so
like her--she seemed not a day Older
that no one would suspect the real re-
lationship
There was no reason why he should
not DO happy, he said, though settled
down in the woods, away from So
called civilization. At any rate he
was satisfied. while his wife and daugh-
ter we're delighted with their hermit
like existence The doctor was ven
cradle man. His beard and forehead
were Tennysonian. and the intelligent
strangers coming upon him here, was
half inclined to doubt the evidence Of
his own eyes. He was well educated,
too. and talked like a hook. !" as the
natives declared among themselves
when recounting his accomplishments.
The doctors home was situated he-
tween two railway lines, the distance
between them being eighty miles !
was riding through tho wilderness one
afternoon in autumn; my horse flea
bitten, spawned, iron-gray relic, which
had purchased solely for the purpose
Of the journey ambling down q
rocky steep to reach brook that
flowed at the foot. He. stumbled, fell,
rolled over remained on the ground
unable to move; he rolled on and only
stopped when he reached the water,
where he lay still. attempted to rise.
sYou can't do IL" said person
whose voice bespoke that he was near
me. II saw you fall and know you got
it in the hip A fracture" he pro-
nounced, after an examination. LET
me assist you into my buggy and take
you to my house"
| thanked him. my horse" sug-
gested, pointing to the animal, prone
ON the ground.
Ellis neck's broken. 1t was the most
beautiful fall / ever saw. II your in
jury is as interesting. will have
readable story for my next letter to
the medical journal"
you are physician, then?"
Yes. Its not much loss" he re-
marked, as ! gave sympBthetic look.
despite my own almost mortal pain, at
the old gray's body. Hes served man
many years and Is now gone TO serve
the buzzards. I'll send one Of my hands
down to skin him. though he's hardly
worth it."
Twas put 10 bed The case proved
an interesting one, and the doctor
cared for me with sltillful hand, the
wife doing me a mothers part and the
daughter lessening pain by her cheer
full presence and entertaining CONVERSE
ton.
Days waned; frost glistened in the
moonlight, then glittered in the morn,
ing sun and melted into the purple
haze which wrapped the pines in its
embrace and scattered its filmy threads
among the red and golden glory Of oak
and hickory leaves. Days, succeeding
themselves, became weeks; the weeks
grew into month.
One evening, when was able to sit
up and hobble about, occupied a chair
beside an open window A fire was
burning. Opposite me sat the daugh-
ter reading felt that 1t would be no.
great punishment were doomed to
sit there forever looking at her. Her
face was oval, brown. but Of marble
smoothness; hair and eyes black. This
photograph is conventional but true.
/ was not in love with her and can
hence add that she was beautiful.
Are you not afraid you will catch
cold with that window up?" she spoke.
closing her book and laying II on her
lap.
NO. ! answered. nThe air Is
pleasant; besides / love the landscape,
and imagine cannot see it 70 good
advantage with the sash down. She
knew that had been gazing at her
face instead Of the landscape, but said
nothing.
Are you named for Shakesreare's
Rosalind?" l asked. that being her
name.
Eyes. Father knows this book" tap
ping the volume with her finger. Nby
heart. and In droalny moment named
me for that splendid woman But she
had too much spirit for me. 4
Il don't know about that" re-
sponded, in a tone to indicate my doubt
Of her estimate Of herself