The Portland daily press., 1894-11-12

respect reused the eccentric Ineuico " oPo'A
wrath. and he shouted: ''Silenoe!' SO VIZ
orously and suddenly that the frlghtenea
woman let fall her burden and broke the
clock int hundred pieces.
Zacharin placed his diagnosis beyond any
criticism. To mis- absolute defiance OF the
profession must be attributed great part
Ct his success. The world admires self-con-
tidence. This story. told among the stu
dents, shows how rarely he makes a mis-
take in diagnosis. A gentleman from the
Government of Toer imas ined, probably
with some reason. that he had heart trouble,
and went to Moscow to be examined by and
to consult Zacharin. After the examina-
tioI he asked what his chances for life
were.
You may live one year." was the Profess
sor's verdict.
Almost year later the patient called on
Zacharin again.
Don't you remember, professor, about a
year ago you said had only twelve months
to live. have gained so pounds since, and
hope to live many year to come"
Zacharin's face was study. Did I pre-
dict it?' he asked.
Eyes, right here, in this Office"
How long is it since you were here."
Just eleven MONTHS
well, sir, that leaves you still thirty
days. You shouldn't have troubled me.
Prof. Zacharin never makes a mistake.
You'll die within the time''
Next morning the gentleman was found
dead in bed
Zacharinis man of quick. sharp wit. and
always fertile in expedients. A few
years ago he was appointed Investigating
physician in one of the lunatic asylums in
the vicinity of Moscow. While making his
rounds he was approached by one convale-
scent patient. who complained of the quail
ity of the food. especially the soup, which,
he said. was unfit for gentlemen. Zacharin,
followed by the patient. started for the
kitchen. AS fate would have it, none OF
the attendants were present. Approaching
the huge cauldron in which the soup was
boiling. he lifted the lid, took a spoon,
tasted the soup and found it excellent
However, to humor the patient, he said
You are right, sir; the soup is very bad
shall see the steward and tell him to dis.
charge the cook at once.''
As he started to leave the kitchen the pa
tient. giant in stature and strength, bent
over the doctor and whispered teasingly in
his ear: sYou know, doctor. you are such a
wise looking fellow that you would make a
delicious broth. besides improving its nour.
ishing qualities; don't you think SO your.
self?'' As ne spoke he seized him by the
shoulder to put him into the boiling liquid.
Quick as flash, and with the utmost CON-
posure, the doctor exclaimed: what a cap.
ital idea. Why, sir.you couldn't think of any.
thing better. But l fear that my clothes
which,as you know, are saturated with med
icine, will spoil the flavor of the soup. just
let me go for second to take them off,
To prove his sincerity the Professor began
to .unbut ton his coat. The crazy man
seemed to recognize tina, it was a reason.
able request, and with a hearty laugh let
the doctor go. Two minutes later the sour
improver WAS confined in cell.
Ten years ago, at meeting of the Mos.
cow Medical Society, over loo physicians de-
nounced Zacharin as a charlatan. To-day
this same doctor is the most trusted medi
cal adviser of his Imperial Majesty. The
Gar of all the Russias.