Custer weekly chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, S.D.) 1890-1931, 1895-07-13
They parted at the door of the inn.
CHAPTER v.-THE GAME-MoUSTJoY PLAYS
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CHAPTER TIL GAME-MoUSTJoY PLAY!
L CARD.
Mr.. Vimpany (of the College Of Sur
geons) was "A burly man, heavily mi
from head TO foot. His bold round eye
looked straight at his fellow creature
with an expression Of impudent good hu
NOR; his whiskers were bushy, his hand
were big, his lips were thick, his legs wer
solid. Add to this "A broad sunburnt face
and a gray coat with wide tails, u waist
coat with q check pattern, and leathe
riding-gaiters-and no stranger could hay,
failed TO mistake Mr.. Vimpany for n farm
er OF the old school. He was proud OF TIT
false impression that he created. "Natur,
built me to be a farmer" he used To say
But my poor foolish old mother was
lady by birth, and she insisted on her sol
being q professional l hadn't brains
for the law, or money for the army, ol
morals for the church. And here | am
Gountry doctOr-the one representative
Of slavery left in the nineteenth century
You may not believe me. but I never see 8
laborer at the plough that / don't envy
him"
This was the husband of the elegant lad,
with the elaborate manners. This was thC
man who received MOuntjoY with a "glad
10 see you. sir" and a shake of the hanu
that hurt him.
Coarse fare" said Mr.. vimpany. cary.
Ing a big Joint OF beef: but ] can't afford
anything better, Only a pudding to fol
low. and a glass of glorious DID sherry.
Miss Henley is good enough 10 excuse it
and my wife's used 10 it-lud you will
put up with it, Mr.. Mountjoy. il you ar,
half as amiable rs You look. I'm an old
fashioned man. The pleasure of a glas:
of wine with on, sir"
Hugh's first experience of the "gloriou:
old sherry" led him to a discovery. which
proved to be more important than he was
disposed To consider il at the moment
He merely observed, with some amuse
ment, that Mr.. Vimpany smacked his lip:
In hearty approval of the worst sherry
that his guest had ever tasted. Here,
plainly self-betray ed, was a medical nat
who was an exception 10 a general rule IN
the professionalism was u doctor ignor
aut OF the difference between good wine
and bad.
Both the ladies were anxious to know
how Mountjoy had passed the night al
the inn. He had only time To say that
there was nothing to complain OF wheI
Mr.. Vimpany burst into m explosion OF
laughter.
.Oh. but you must have had something
to complain OFF, said the big doctor. 81
would bet a hundred, IL could afford IL
that the laudlady tried TO poison you will
her sour French wine"
"Do you speak of the claret Mt the inn,
after having tas ed iti" Mountjoy asked.
What do you take me forl' cried Mr.
Vimplny. after all ! have heard OF the
claret, i am not fool enough to try IL my
self. l eau tell you"
Mountjoy received this answer in sill
ence. The doctors ignorance and the
doctors prejudice. in the matter of wine
had started "a new train OF thought in
Hugh's mind, which threatened seriou
consequences to Mr.. Vinpany himself
80 - a.. tIl a
spoke. The doctor saw condemnation ol
his rudeness expressed In his wife's face,
He made a rough apology to Monntjo
who was still p~re-occnpled. "No ofreuse,
I hopcs It's in the nature of me, sir. "a
speak my mind. IL | could fawn aud Hat
ter. l should have got on better in my pro
fession. Pm what they call a rough dia'
mond. No offense, ] sayl"
"None whatever, Mr.. Vimpanyf
That's right. Try another glass OF
sherry"
Mountjoy took the sherry.
Iris looked nc him, lost ia surprise. II
was unlike Hugh To be interested in q
strangers opinion OF wine. Ii was unlike
him to drink wine which was evidently
not to his taste. And il was especially un,
like his customary courtesy to let himself
fall into thought at dinner-time, when
there were other persons at the table. Was
he illi Impossible TO look at him aud not
see that he was in perfect health. What
did IL meani"
Finding Mountjoy ~iaattentive, Mr.. vimp-
any addressed himself To Iris.
II had TO ride hard, Miss Henley, to gel
home in time for dinner. There are pa
tients, l must tell You. who send for the
doctor, and then seem to think they know
more about IL han the very man whom
they have called Ia To cnre them. 1t isn'i
he who tells them what their illness Isl
t'sthey who tell him. They dispute about
the medical treatment that's best Tor
them; and the one thing they are never
tired of doing is talking about their symp
toms. IL was an old nlan's gable that
kept me late to-day. However. the Squire,
Is they call him la these parts, is Il pa
tient with . long purse; ! am Obliged u
submit"
"A gentleman OF the old school, dear
Miss Henley" Mrs. vimpany explained
"lmmensely rich. Is he betterf" she ask
cd, turning To her husband.
"Betterf" cried the ~outspoken doctor.
"Poohi There's nothing the matter with
him but glutteoy. He went % London.