The World. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1891-1896, 1893-09-21
MY FRIEND, THE DOCTOR
How Ho Was Caught Making
Moonahlno Whisky.

Pine Hills physician The baisam
which resin Is thoughtto Eivc u The at-
mosphere was not natural antidote
for malaria. as the shriveled. hide.
bound look Of n majority of the people
Of that region Indicated Even tho
hogs wcrc generally thin and puny and
the cattle were apparently lIneal
| descendants Of the stock whose blue
meat furnished food for soldiers ia tho
tlayso the southern confedcraey. So,
at Il crossroads, In a wild wnste Of
pines, the doctor had erected Il double
log house. where he lived with his wife
and one daughter. Here lilo had built
up. as he expressed III "a lucrative
practice. Though numerous, his pa
TENTS were all poor, and IL seemed
strange that he should thrive so we'll;
yet he ayerreA that lie never took
truck for bill only cash--and I'm
pretty we'll fixed, as Won can SEQ. Iic
was well fixed. His house was neatly
| furnished rs are many such houses III
these backwoods, rough without, and
attractive within---and he had a farm
az two hundred acrca, planted in corn.
| which he said never failed of CROP
Ills daughter was u pretty girl, well
grown, with natural grace and un-
affected hospitality that WINS charming;
her mother In feature and manner, so
lilto her she seemed not day older
that no one would suspect the renfSre-
| lationship.
There WINS no reason why he should
not bo happy, he said, though settled
down Ia the woods, away from So
called civilization. At any rate he
was satisfied. while his wife aud tiaugh-
ter we're delighted with their hermit
| like existence. The doctor was ven
cradle man. Ills beard and forehead
were Tennysoniail, and tho intelligent
stranger. coming upon him here. WINS
halt inclined To doubt the evidence Of
his own eyes lie was well educated,
too. and talked like book. MS the
natives declared among themselves
whom rccounting his accomplishments.
The doctors home was situated DO.
tween two railway lines, the distance
between them being eighty miles, ]
was riding through the wilderness one
afternoon In autumn; my horse a flea
bitten, spawned. iron-gray relic, which
had purchased solely for the purpose
Of tho journey was ambling down n
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.
you can't do II. said d person
whose voice bespoke that he was near
me. II saw youfall and know you got
II in the hip A fracture he pro-
nounced, after an examination. sLet
me assist you into my buggy and take
you TO my house"
thanked him. '.My horsei,' sug-
gested, pointing to the animal, prone
on the ground.
Ills neck's broken. 1t was the most
beautiful fall lever saw II your in
jury is as interesting, will have .
readable story for my next letter TO
the medical Journal
you are physician, then?"
Eyes. It's not much Loss he re-
marked, as l gave q sympathetic look,
despite my own almost mortal pain, ut
the old gray's body. Hes served man
many years and Is now gone to serve
the buzzards. Ill send one Of my hands
down TO skin him, though he's hardly
worth II"
was put TO bed The case proved
an interesting one, and the doctor
cared for me with slsillful hand, the
wife doing me mothers part and the
daughter lessening pain by her cheer
full presence and entertaining convcrsa-
ton.
Days waned; frost glistened in tho
moonlight, then glittered in the morn
ing sun and melted into the purple
haze which wrapped the pines in its
embrace and scattered its fliny threads
among the red and golden glory Of oak
and hickory leaves Days, succeeding
themselves, became weeks; the weeks
grew into a month.
Il One evening, when ] was able to sit
UP and hobble about, occupied chair
beside an open window. A fire was
burning. Opposite me sat the daugh-
tor reading, eltthatit 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 win catch
cold with that window up?r she spoke.
closing her book and laying it on her
lap.
stNo,"gI answered. THE air Is
pleasant; besides love the landscape.
and imagine / cannot sec it to 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 Shakespeare's
Rosalind2" asked, that being her
name,
"Yess Father knows this book, tap
ping the volume with her finger, -by
heart, and in dreamy moment named
me for that splendid woman But she
had too much spirit for me. 7
II don't know about that, re-
sponded. in tone to indicate my doubt
81 her estimate Of herselk