Evening star., 1897-02-13

second did not pass $50 was brought in
without an effort.
1T was the honestest electionw every
one agrees
There could not have been any practical
eiectioaeering," explained one of the local
lights, because DR.. Grenier has no money
wishes him to live with her-would not
have given sou to make him a deputy.
Nor would his best friends have helped
nlm, doubling the wisdom of so much ex-
be misunderstood in a trifiing capital like
Paris. No one believed he would be
elected, continued the wise townsman
nor did l myself. Neither did DIR. Grenier
expect 1t. DO you know what he was do
ing when they brought him the news? He
was putting ieeches On sick girls leg.
Ihe peasants, not knowing that they
might vote with pencil on blank paper
Insert anothers, voted against Dr. Grenier
rather than lose their votes though they
would have wept bitterly had he been de-
feated. But they knew he would not he
defeated. If there had been Grenier bl lie
,ins-tlckets-e the doctor would
nave had 800 more votes to his majorityv'
Why He Is Popular.
But whence comes this popularity" in
quired each interviewer in turn. And the
answer was ever the same.
1t is because there are not two men in
the world like DR.. Philippe, Here, during
the past five years 0he years in which he
has been Mussulman and worn the Arab
costume), he has done things qui ne sont
pas dun homme-things superhuma1, He
was rich. He has given all the fortune he
inherited from his father to the poor! And
as doctor he is just as extraordinary
He has attended sever typhoid cases
simultaneously and not lost one,"
The druggist of Pontarlier, one of the
chlef towrsmen, speaks of Grenier with
tears IN his eyes. During a month and
a half my young wife lay between life and
death with a puerperal fever, and the
doctor nursed her and cured her with such
skill and devotion that 1 would have given
him my fortune! Yet he refused any pay
ment. You know he said, that God for
bids to sell our sciencev And when L
insisted, he would only accept a compro-
mise. You can pay me in drugs, he said,
and that will be serving US a good turn
all round''
At Pontarlier there is no end to the tales
or his goodness, goodness it would seem
born entirely of his conversion to the
cult of Islam. The people refuse to be-
lieve it freak, this practical visiting of
the widow and the orphan. And as to re-
manning unspotted from the world his
mother-they always consult the mother in
France, however old the son may be-has
said to the interviewers. while lamenting
the more picturesque of her sons eccen-
tricities, He is as pure as the snow of
our mOCntains! A last tale of his philan-
thrcpy will have to be sufficient to illus
tra1e the past hve years of his existence.
AT Montbenoit, about fifteen miles from
Pontailier, there lived in an abandoned lit
tie hut on wheels that had pre- tably once
served travelling photogra pher, a poor
old peasant woman. whom the doctor was
visiting. One day he said to her, You are
toe Ill to remain here; you must come to
the hospital at Pontarlier.' She had no
money; neither had the doctor. Where
upon he put her on the train, gave her his
return ticket and walked back the fifteen
miles himself!'
This is probably the reason that the peo-
pie of Pontarlier are not SO much ashamed
of their deputys Arab dress. They take
kindly to mis- religious propaganda. which,
apart from letting his own light shine, he
does not prosecute with unseemly persis-
tercy; and they accept reverently the
Bibles-yes. the Bibles-which he 1istrib-
utes among them. These Bibles are the
ordi, ary Protestant editions issued by
evangelical societies in France. The only
addition he has made to them, outside of
annotations. of which he is lavish, con-
sists in a series of aphorisms and pro
nourcements. STERLING HEILIG.