The Morris County chronicle. [volume] (Morristown, N.J.) 1877-1915, 1901-07-12

stop, driver! Stop, if you want to re-
| the ground seemed to rise. The old coach
man tumbled from the box, the reins
dragged in the snow, the horses ran as ii
! the forest were afre.
'Now | must play coachman," said the
country DOCTOR He leaned forward
snatched up the ribbons and laughed
''We will have merry ride; take my
word for it,
Eyes, yesl" suffered the professor, and
stealthily drawing pistol from his peck
ct he pointed it at his companions back.
( The country physician never quivered.
| Don't act childishly," he said without
/ turning.
"Monster! | recognize you now.'
do you at last?" sneered the stranger.
81 should have thought man killer like
4 you would know Death on sight and
wouldn't be afraid Of him, either. II any
of your rivals could have seen you trying
to tight Death, pistol in hand, how they
would have enjoyed it, But where is
your science now; where your strategy
| Why are you SO small all at onceY
A snowstorm came laundering through
the trees. In the far east the faint light
Of day was gathering. Yonder ON the
mountain side lay sleeping villages.
do you recognize the neighborhood|
asked Death.
Il do. | was born here"
"And who is the poor old lady, nay the
miserable old wench, who must die to-
| dayY
Il don't know. r.
Guess then"
"AIy mother"
"What did you do for your mother?
Your door was closed against her. That
scientific skill of which you boast was not
for the woman who bore you in pains.
who sucked you at her weary breast"
you are mistaken | looked out for
her. | sent her money enough to live here
among her own folk"
'Ivanr' cried Death, and his voice
swelled like the thunder of heaven, what
do you do with your rich consumptives in
winterF'
Il send them into warm climates"
"Then why did not you send your
mother there"
Because she is incurable."
"Yet to die in the fog and frost, bereft
of sunshine and love, is bitter-is cruel"
81 admit that | have neglected her.
But think of my work, my ambition, my
social station! | am physician of the
COURT
Eyes, and she who gave you life is
mere peasant Give me back that life
and she shall see the spring again, the
golden sun and the sweet flowers. The
birds shall sing for her. She shall have
fresh vegetables, cherries, early apples"
mo, nor cried the great doctor, his
hair rising. do not kill me! Let me
liver
Il will not STAY you outright. You shall
have fighting chance. Take courage
exploit your science all your famed skill
in opposing me. You tremble-your self
confidence gone already? All! you thought
me a miserable skeleton. You never sus-
pected that | was stronger than any liv-
ing thing. Look at me. | am Disharmo-'
ny that tears asunder loving hearts
throw dust to dust. | am Hatred-terri-
bile, destructive-yet | am peacemaker.
| am the great Unknown, who dogs men
steps from the moment they are born.
see everything. | watch everybody, and
| forget nobody"
With that Death threw the reins to the
wind and leaned over the backs of the
horses, encouraging them to still greater
speed.
A man in a somber frock coat and
white necktie assembled with slow, DELHI
crate step the orators tribune in the hall
of the medical congress. After clearing
his throat and wiping his eyeglasses he
addressed the learned body as follows:
II am constrained to interrupt the pro-
gramme of the day by an announcement
that involves a distinct loss to medical
science and to suffering humanity. Our
distinguished colleague, the medical coun-
cilor. professor and body physician to
his imperial highness, DR.. -, died last
night during the snowstolm in runaway
accident when returning from visit to
a patient whose call he had answered
despite the late hour, unmindful of the
dangers that beset the way of one travel
ing at night
I'VE mourn him. We honor him in
death. The great physician, the loving
son, the devoted friend. who died vic
tim to his sense of duty. Translated
for the New York Press.