The record-union., 1898-02-13

Tue EeSiueHt, was renewing MS nina,
and amusing us, by telling the fool what
he thought of him, what might happen,
and what might be the consequences to
him (the fooD, when another cab rolled
to the door. A lively young dresser
who sat on the table swinging his legs
jumped down and ran out to see what
was coming. but came back at once,
4 "A reverend gentleman on the spree.
he announced; and presently in came
Father Munro.
His shovel hat was crushed down over
his eyes. his coat collar was turned up
to meet il, his face-as much of it as
could be seen when he came in-was
chalky-white. and the face of Young
Tim, on whose arm he leaned heavily
was not much better
l stepped forward at cnce. speaking to
him by name as l did So and The Lit
tie General greeted me with Il dazed
smile.
"Old homes, Mr. Tregenna. and old
eyes. I've had tumble at last. you
see. and Tim Mccarthy insisted on
bringing me here
Quite right. SIR said. Here's the
doctor ready for YOU" and introduced
Macintosh, being very careful TO let
that gentleman know the sort Of man he
had for patient.
I might have spared myself the
trouble. Father Munro was his own
recommendation, and in two minutes
was sitting bolt upright-he refused to
lie on the table-having two ugly head
wounds examined and being treated
with as much respect as any Pope could
desire There were two straight clean
cuts. side by side, across the top of the
head, and en- one side was another and
the resident stood looking at them Curl
ously before he asked any questions.
How did you say this was done,
sir?" he asked.
Il was going up dark STAIR Fa-
ther Munro told him quietly, and / had
a fall
Did your head strike against any
thing?"
Il expect I struck it in falling said
Father Munro; and then, a little more
slowly and distinctly. ''it was mistake
made in the dark
l might be wrong. but it seemed to me
that he meant every one in the place to
hear that, and standing by the resident,
l looked still more carefully at the head.
Two clean-cut, parallel wounds on the
ltop, and one at the side. Where before
had l seen such another head? l could
not remember, but stood racking my
brain with no result.
Now then, Tregenna! Look alive
mani"
Macintosh reused me from my medi-
tation with a nudge. and / gave him
the help that he wanted, wondering all
the time.
Were you alone. sir?"
Macintosh asked this while he push
ed the examination further He SEEM
ed puzzled, too.
Il was going up the stair alone, "
Father Munro said patiently.
You must have struck your head
twice, then?'
II cannot remember all. I was
rather stunned, l think
| "Rather." Macintosh muttered to
himself, and then seemed to remember
Young Tim, who was still standing and
watching US anxiously from the far
end of the room. Were you there at
the time?"
Macintosh asked Young Tim the ques-
ton, but it was Father Munro who an
swered MCCARTHY found me at the
foot Of the STAIR" and Young Tim said
Inothing.
Macintosh evidently thought that the
less his patient talked the better, and
he asked no more questions then.
We got Father Munro to bed, shaw
ed off the thick gray hair, dressed the
great scalp wound and put an ice cap
on the grand old head, and for time
all went we'll. Before we had finished,
1 remembered where I had seen other
such. wounds, but 1 held my peace and
waited.
There was no side room bed empty,
and he was put into the ward for the
night.
In the morning, SIR" said Macin-
tosh, surveying him in critical way,
with his tasselled cap on one side, after
all was done, well get you a quieter
crib"
The old man lay and smiled quietly
at him.
II shall do very well here, doctor.
thank YOU
Hope so, SIR" Macintosh said, and
capped as he wished him good night,
which was unprecedented, and made
leven our ver-to-be-surprised staff
open her eyes widely for second.
When the morning came it was not
all.
Craig, the street preacher, was lying
in the next bed when we brought