The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-01-17
MY FRIEND, THE DOCTOR.
How Ho Was Caught Making
Moonshine Whisky.

Htrabismus D~olIarhtae. AZ ID. !
Pine NILS physician. The balsam
which resin IL thought to give to the at
mosphere was not q natural antidote
for malaria. ~ the shriveied. hide
bound look Of . majority Of the people
81 that region indicated Even the
hogs were generally thin and puny and
the cattle were apparently Iinaal
descendants Of the stock whose blue
days Of The southern confederacy. 50,
at a crossroads, In q Wild waste Of
pines, the doctor had erected a double
log house, where be lived with his wife
and one daughter. Here he had built
mp, a he expressed 1t, ia lucrative
practice" Though numerous, his pa
tients were all poor, and Ii seemed
strange that he should thrive 50 we'll:
yet he averred that he never took
truck for q bill-only cash-and I'm
pretty well fixed. as . can see" He
was we'll fixed. His house was neatly
furnished as are many such houses in
these backwoods, rough without, and
attractive within-and he had a farm
81 two hundred acres. planted in corn,
which he said never failed Of q CROP
His daughter was pretty girl, we'll
grown, with q natural grace and nn-
affected hospitality that was charmings
her mother In feature and manner. so
like her-she seemed not 4 day older
that no one would suspect the real re.
lationshir.
There was no reason why he should
not be happy, he said, though settled
down In the woods, away from so-
called civilization. At any rate he
was satisfied, while his wife and dangh-
ter we're delighted with their hermit
like existence The doctor was q ven
cradle man. His beard and forehead
were Tennysonian. and the intelligent
stranger, coming upon him here. was
half inclined to doubt the evidence of
his own eyes. He was we'll educated,
too, and talked like 4 book, As the
natives declared among themselves
when recounting his accomplishments.
The doctors home was situated be-
tween two railway lines, the distance
between them being eighty miles. !
was riding through the wilderness one
afternoon In autumn; my horse-a hea-
bitten, spawned, iron-gray RELIC, which
| had purchased solely for the purpose
Of the journey-was ambling down a
rocky steep to reach d brook that
flowed at the foot. He stumbled, fell,
rolled over. ! remained on the ground,
unable TO move; he rolled on and only
where he lay still. ! attempted to rise.
You cant do il" said a person
whose voice bespoke that he was near
me. II saw youfall and know got
II in the hip. A fracture he pro
nounced, after an examination. LET
me assist you into my buggy and take
you to my house. 1
thanked him. my hoEselsI sug-
gested, pointing to the animal, prone
on the ground.
Ellis neck's broken. 1t was the most
beautiful fall ever saw. If your in
jury Is as interesting, ! will have a
readable story Tor my next letter to
the medical Journal
"Yona are . physician, then?n
Eyes It's not much loss" lie re-
marked, as | gave a sympathetic look,
despite my own almost mortal pain, at
the old gray body. He's served man
many years. and is now gone to serve
the buzzardss I'll send one Of my hands
down to skin him, though he hardly
worth it,
was put 70 bed The case proved
an interesting one and the doctor
cared for me with . skiilful hand, the
wife doing me . mothers part and the
daughter ~lessening pain By her cheer
full presence and entertaining conversa-
ton.
Days waned: frost giistened 10 the
moonlight, then glittered in the morn
ling sun and melted into the purple
hare which wrapped the pines in its
embrace and scattered its flmy threads
among the red and golden glory Of oak
and hickory leaves Days, succeeding
themselves, became weeks; the weeks
grew into a month,
One evening, when ! was able Il Sit
up and hobble about, i occupied a,chair
beside an open window. A fire was
burning Opposite ne sat the daugh-
ter reading | felt that It would be no
great punishment were | doomed 10
sit there forever looking Ut her. Her
face vas oval, brown, but of marble
s-moothness; hair and eyes black. This
photograph Is conventional but true.
vas not in love with her and can
hence add that she was beautiful
Are you not afraid you Viii catch
cold with that window up2 she spoke,
closing her book and laying Il on her
lap
NO. ! answered "The air IS
pleasant; besides j love the landscape,
and imagine / cannot see it to good
advantage with the sash down. she
knew thatNI had been gazing at her
face instead Of the landscape, but said
nothing.
"Are ron named for Shakespeare's
Rosalind2" | asked. that being her
name.
Yes Father knows this book tap
pinREthe volume with her finger, ssby
heart, and in . dreamy moment named
me for that splendid roman But she
had too much spirit for me.
II don't know about that I re-
sponded. ia . tone 10 Indicate my doubt
Of her estimate Of herself
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