Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-04-12
CHANDLER WROTE IT
THE OLD DOCTOR WANTED AN OR
 DER RELEASING HIS SON.


 Minds When They Heard the Argument.
 In the southern part of Orleans coun- ty lives a doctor who is known far and wide among the country folk, and whose fame extends likewise into cities far from his home
 The doctor is gentleman of the old school, courteous, with Q southern ac- cent when he becomes excited, for he was born in Virginia. The worst thing that can be said about this doctor is that he is an extremely hard swearer He swears a little when he is calm, but whom he is excited his vocabulary of in- vectiyes is almost without rival. Many stories are told about this famous old doctor and this is one of them:
 The doctor had son, and all his af- factions seemed eentered in him. He re- solved that this son should become a doctor, and that the fathers mantle should fall upon the sons shoulders. But the boy disappointed him. When he grew up, he didn't wish to study medicine. He said he had no taste that way No plane of life seemed to fit his ideals exactly. He tried this, and he tried that, and nothing satisfied him.
 At last he decided he would go to West Point. The doctor yielded, and the son tried the preliminary examina- tions, passed them and was appointed cadet. He tried the entrance examina- tions, passed them and at last became q real cadet at West Point Even the old doctor was proud and happy now.
 But the son did not do as we'll as he had expected at West Point He found that things military in reality were not as things military i'll ideality. He tried the January examinations and failed His heart was broken Like many an other youth before him. he could never bear tho disgrace by going home. So he made as large fool of himself as he could and enlisted in the navy. at the Brooklyn navy yard. His father received notice of his sons rash act and said nothing His heart was too full. But he threw a few necessities into his grip and that very night started for Brook lyn There he found the admiral He told him the story. He begged him to do something for him, but the admiral could do nothing His heart seemed broken Was there no hope? The admi- raj told him he could go to the secretary of the navy, state his case, and perhaps something might be done He could promise nothing, but at least it might be tried The old doctor clutched at this slight hope, and without waiting to eat anything he took the very first train for Washington.
 All these things happened during the first year of Arthur's administration, and, as every one knows, William D. Chandler was secretary of the navy. Arthur and Chandler were sportsmen, and whenever they had the chance they would set out on little fishing excursions of their own. Now, it happened that they were just ready to go forth upon one of these little jaunts when the old doctor arrived in Washington. He drove straight to the home of the secretary of the navy and found he was at the White House, so to the White House went the doctor post haste. He inquired for Chandler and was told that he and the president were just starting for fish ing trip and could not be seen.
 But l must soc him, suhl It is vory important, suh" exclaimed the doctor. He was using his soft southern accent now, for he was very excited.
 .'But you can't sir. /" said the serv- ant.
 1T can, suh, and I will, snhp' and with no more words he pushed the as- tonished servant out of his way and strode through the hall. "Whore is the secretary of the navy, suh?" he asked the first person he met.
 In that room, sir. " said the man, pointing.
 The doctor rapped and walked in. There stood tho president and tho secre- tary, getting their things together. ,- 1T am Dr. -, and Eve come to get my son back, suhi' said the doctor and then he told the story of his sons mis- take The secretary looked at him and then at the president. Pm sorry, sir, ' he said, "but you have come at the wrong time We can bother with such things now. We are going on trip, President Arthur and I, and we do not like to be interrupted Here he bowed and stopped.
 The old doctor drew himself up. look ed down at him, for MT. Chandler is not large man. His old eyes fairly blazed He seemed choking. Suddenly he burst forth in a voice of passion: ''Do you think that I am going to let my son stay in that ship, suh, to give you the chance to kill few measly no account fish? Do you think 1 am going to break my heart so that you can have yoh pleasure? Look at me, suhl have not eaten thing since last night, suhl See the dust of travel upon my clo'sl Do you think that have travelled night and day, and now I am going to be put off because you are going fishing? Who arc you, sub? You are my servant, suhl Who pays yoh salary? l do, suhl Who pays yoh rent? do suhl Who owns the boat you go off fishing in? l do, and now, when I come to ask you to get my son out of my navy, you have not time