The Evening dispatch. [volume] (Provo, City, Utah) 1891-1895, 1895-06-07
CHANDLER WROTE IT
THE OLD DOCTOR WANTED AN or
DER RELEASING HIS SON.

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ty lives q 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 a southern &C.
cent when he becomes excited, for he
was born in Virginia. The worst thing
that can be said about this doctor is tina
he is an extremely hard swearer. He
swears little when he is calm, bat
when he is excited his vocabulary of in
vectives 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.
feotions seemed conferred 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-
tons, passed them and was appointed
cadet. He tried the entrance examina-
tions, passed them and at last became
a 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 in ideality. He tried
the January examinations and failed
His heart was broken. Like many an
other youth before him, he could never
bear the 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 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 tc
do something for him. but the admiral
could do nothing His heart seemed
broken. Was there no hope? The admit
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 E.
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 60 forth upon
one of these little jauDts when the old
doctor arrived in Washington. He drove
straight to the home of the secretary of
the navy and round 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 1 must see him, suhl 1t is very
important, suhI" exclaimed the doctor.
He was using his soft southern accent
now, for he was very excited.
But you can't, sir, u said the serv-
ant
81 can, sub, and 1 will, suhr' and
with no more words he pushed the as
tonished servant out of his way and
strobe through the hall. "Where is the
secretary of the navy, subj" he asked
the first person he met
"In that room, sir, said the man,
pointing.
The doctor raped and walked in.
There stood the president and the secre-
tary, getting their things together.
81 am DIR. -, and I've come to get
my son back, suhp' said the doctor, and
then he told the story of his sons mis-
take The secretary looked at him and
then at the president. ''I'm sorry, sir, u
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 l, and we do not
like to be interrupted /" Here he bowed |
and stepped.
The old doctor drew himself up look
ed down at him, for Mr.. 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 am going to let
my son stay in that ship, sub, to give
you the chance to kill few measly no
account fish? Do you think am going
to break my heart SO that you can have
yoh pleasure? Look at me, suhl | have
not eaten thing since last night, subj
See the dust of travel upon my clo'sl
Do you think that have travelled night
and day, and now am going to be put
off because you are going fishing? Who
are you, sub? You are my servant, subj
Who pays yoh salary? l do, suhl Who |
pays yoh rent? l do, suhl Who OWNS the
boat you go off fishing in? do, and
now, when ! come to ask you to get my
son out of my navy, you have not time |
because you are going fishing! By,
sub, if you don't get my son off that
ship, old as am, I'll thrash yoh -
bald right off yoh bodyl"
The old doctor stopped, breathless.
His two hearers looked at him aghast.
For minute no word was spoken. AT |
last President Arthur said, Chandler, |
l guess you'd better write that order. j"
Chandler wrote it, and little later
three men might have been seen engaged |
In discussing three bottles IF claret
They were all smiling, but one of them
had look of great happiness on his
grand old face 1t was the old doctor. --
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