Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1894-01-13
DIR TINkLER'S TRIUMPH,

r. Thinker. NJ. d., was Il living re-
mindrr of that paradoXical old saying,
You can't always judge Il man by his
size The doctor had Il small body.
indeed. but there the small part of it
ended. He might be only il fragment
physically. but he had mental. moral
Hni spiritual attributes that We're real
ly Hrobdgnagian. He had Il large
practice. too. which afforded him Il
sufficient income Taken all in all.
Tom Thinker was not Il man to be
snrcZrd at. Like all little men, he
realized his Importance and had Il
manner large enough to greatly i'll
crease his apparent stature.
There was Just one dark cloud on the
Thinker horizon. The doctor WAS pas
Sionatrly in love and he had Il rival.
Now. when the conditions are equal,
or perhaps IL little bit i'll your favor. Il
rival only lends interest to love af
fair But with little DR.. Thinker tie
case was sadly different His rival
was Il giant-l SiN-foot athlete. whose
hcrculran proportions We're Sutiicicnt
to excite any Woman'S admiration. amy
mans envy. The doctor. being such Il
mite. WAS, perhaps. prone to ov"rrSti-
mate the advantages of inches. and it
is easier to imagine than describe the
turbulent emotions which ran riot i'll
his heroic little breast.
On Il summer evening the diminutivc
doctor ;rraycd himself in purple and
fine linen and determined to place him
self in the uncertain hands of fate.
Belle should decide his destiny AS he
entered her wicket gate his rival
emerged from the doorway and they
passed each other on the gravel Il
walk. The big man looked down and
Snc"rrd; the little man looked up and
Scowlrd
Belle" said the doctor. Il see that
fellow has been hero again.
Yes. Tom, if you mean Mr.. Dixon:
he comes frequently.
Belle" said the doctor ti"rccly. II
love you.'
Il know it, Tom
There is no big idiot on earth who
can ever love you half so tcnh"rly as
l love you.'
is it possible, Tom
"Wcll:'
well. Tom"
Will you marry me, Belle Summers
SON.
She put her hand on his shoulder and
looked at him doubtfully.
Il could almost love YOU: perhaps
do love you. Tom. but And she
hcStatcd and looked ut him SO uurrriy
that his heart waS filled with SllS-
pcion.
What is it, Bcllc:'' he cried. You
are not thinking of my size, Surc'y:'
Il was juSt-you know you are
small. Tom"
1T is too much" he ,mod. DIS
pcratrly. "oh. if l coul,i only prove
my devotion by deeds what would
not undergo. You should see thai sat
urr is of small moment"
Would YOU" she asked eagerly
"Oh. Tom. knew YOU were brave.
throw myself under your care. | have
been inSultcd.
"Insultcd: BY whom"
She was silent. Again asked the
doctor valorously:
'Oh. by whom:"
"Frnll Dixon"
''I'hc villain"
"Dr. Thomas Tinker" said she with
that man | will marry you any day
-ou say.
Il will eat him up exclaimed til"
little doctor, reaching for his hat with
Il fcrocouS movement.
stay. Tom"
Say no more. Belle; | Will dcvo,r
him. The rcncgadc!' cried the littlc
doctor in II terrible voice. and H." inn
mrdiatcly marched ont of th" house.
"Oh. mcrciful heavens. what have
donc|' cried til" unhappy young lady.
"Ilc will be killed. | know he VIII
Tom, come back to me; come back,
Thomas. my soul.
But her cries were in vain. Thomas,
her soul. WAS already far down the
street. Fastening in pursuit of thr IN
conscious Dixon.
Miss SummrlSon, terrified ut the I'M
expected consequences of her III ~!lnrS$,
seized her hat ana followed, deter
mined to save the doctor ut any %a.'ri,
flee of her own dignity.
The usual village crowd WAS in fr"nt
of the village hotel. Mr.. Dixon had
paused there and was chatting Hif,hly
With his friends when the valiant doe
tor appeared,
Frank Dixon" cried the l!:"Ht''i 's:
little man. you are an intense villa
will thrash yol.
Hal" said Dixon. Hear il talk
now; just hear it, Little boy. run
home to your mamma
prepare; l will pummrl you. give
you warming" cried the little doctor,
aa;. before the astonished athlete had