Waterbury Democrat., 1901-03-08

ssAnd tfifs place we are arran9ing for you" continued Stuart, twill be g. com fortable berth for you the rest of your life. You're getting too old, doctor. to expose yourself through another win ter"
 'I'm not such an old fool as to be cooped up in a hospital yet. Who will look after the men outside if I stay here all the time?" the doctor asked stubbernly.
 "Why, we can get man all right. There are plenty of young doctors who are eager to begin practice here"
 ''Yes,', burst out the doctor, young upstarts who have lot of newfangled surgical instruments and are eager to try every one of 'em on every case they get-anything from rheumatism to liver complaint! I was talking with one of lem last winter, and he wanted me to swallow his latest contraption for op- erating on the throat with an electric searchlight and battery combined, and I don't know what all! Whatll become of my people if these fellows are turn ed loose on 'em with their inventions No, sir; don't intend to turn 'em over to any such risks! Mines and provi. dence are dangerous enough; but a, new doctor with lot of brand new instru- ments Is too much even for Champion men,
 "But you are all the time grrmblins about the hard work, and when we ar range q good. easy place for you you won't take it," said Stuart. firing a parting shot as the doctor started to, ward the hall.
 Good, easy place! Stuart, you know I'd rather die from tumbling, Ajax and all, into an old shaft on my way to set Lew Trethven's leg the nineteenth time than petrify dead in the best hospital on earth"' retorted the doctor.
 It is possible he will die that way some time, for under no persuasions would he consent to abandon his out door work on the ranges. After all, was it not out there that the doctor felt the love of humanity and its hunger for love? And nothing could ever satisfy him except that. The thought of turn ing over the people of his 'parish,' as he sometimes called it, to strangers, was thought he could not endure. He had cared for them too long, and please God, he said to himself often as he tumbled through drifts and waded through gorges, he would still claim the privilege of calling them names and loving them.
 So the short summer went swiftly by, and Stuart's plans matured so far as the building was concerned, but he confronted some new problem every Iii, n+r T ness of purpose. together with all of Rhena's great love for him, to keep him calm and hopeful. It was not such an easy matter to use Gods money for the good of the people who were most in need of il. He had talked over q plan of profit sharing with Erie and some of the other miners, and it was one of many plans he determined to try in the near future. He was being hindered in his efforts to exercise what he had come to call his stewardship by the very men he was most eager to help. Many of the miners would not consent to any improvement in their cabins, and did not take kindly to Stuart'S attempt at drainage. Added to all the rest was the ever present fac tor Of the saloon, which never paused in it's work of destruction, and stood as a constant force to tear down any and every good work.
 But as the fall came on and the great building began to take form and the possibilities of the future for Cham pion grew upon him Stuart settled one fact very firmly and without vague ness. Whatever his plans might be and however much he might stumble and make mistakes in the days to come