Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1902-10-30
THURSDAY, OCTOBER 30 1902

churchman's rule. L had no vices
not because my principles were 81
strongly against them, but had in
herited rugged will from my father
and, like him, I considered man wh'
allowed himself to be controlled b.
vicious tastes fool.
My acquaintance continued gradu
ally to grow. I knew plenty of youn;
ladies, but was not ladies' man.
knew large number of young men
some who like myself were but start
ing out in their chosen life-work, an,
others who had no need to grind, bu
who were the fortunate sons of wealth,
men.
Nor was my acquaintance limite,
to the younger element of San Fran
cisco society. | was the recipient o
many gracious bows and handshake;
from the substantial men and womel
of the lark street congregation, some
of whom lived in fine residences or
Mob Hill.
{ / also became member OF the
Golden Gate Club, club composed
of many of the prominent and most OF
the rising men of San Francisco. In
the comfortable club-rooms l spent
many pleasant hours. 1 had been
proposed for membership by Arthur
Langston, then young lawyer, whose
success at the bar just about equaled
my own success as q physician.
Langston and l had met at some OF
the social gatherings, in which l was
beginning to be--or, ut least, to feel
hke-a familiar figure. My legal
friend was possessed of no more of
this worlds goods than l was. Bnt,
being shrewd, capable fellow, his
practice gradually began to show
signs of life. Langston was gay man
at least, his mind was always at ease,
and he took humorous view OF life.
He was a favorite with all who knew
him. Iregarded him in the light of n
brother On our evenings at the Col
den Gate Club, Langston and l could
almost invariably be found at the same
table.
When | WAS not at the Golden Gate
or attending to my professional duties
or lounging in my comfortable office.
reading, my unoccnpied moments
were generally spent talking to an
other new friend, Phister by name,
who kept well-appointed drug store
near my office. He was good fel,
low, somewhat prosy, it is true, but,
on the whole. an agreeable compan-
ion.
Nv associates at the boarding.
house remained almost strangers to
me, for | was there very little. /
generally got my breakfast thore, and
my lunch, but Langston
and I were extravagant enough to
partake of our dinner at the Golden
Gate.
LanSston had more of my conf
dence than any other person in San
Francisco. If the time ever came
when | needed legal assistance, Lang.
ston was tho lawyer, of all lawyers,
whom / would favor with my dis
tinguished patronage. And he, if he
needed medicine, would come to me.
But neither of us needed the other.
Many and many time did we linger
over our coffee and plan brilliantly
for the future; and when the walls of
our castles became dangerously high,
we would tumble them down with q
laugh and find companions for whist
table.
Matters progressed i'll this way for
nearly a year. Gradually my little
practice grew, and with care 1 could
live within my income. My circle OF
friends slowly increased as well, and |
began to feel myself in sphere which
might in time become useful as we'll as
paying one. My main ambition now
was to have a practice that would
enable me to live we'll and keep q
span of fast horses. 1t looked very
business-hke, | thought, for doctor
to be seen driving furiously through
the streets, as if the lives of his
patients depended more ON the speed
of his horses than on his skill.
expected no change i'll my plans.
| was anchored in San Francisco, and
expected to spend my life there. !
had heard and read of creatures Of
fortune, swept here aud there by the
tide of unexpected events; but in my
prosaic, humdrum life there was moth
ing to indicate that such fate was in
store for me.
Perhaps it was better that it was SO.
One dark night in December, after
had my dinner aud made few un'
important professional visits, was
thrown on my own resources to pass
away the time, by the fact that Langs'
ton had very pressing business en-.
gagement out of town. AS was usual
at such times. / wandered into
phister's. Phister was talkative, and
as that suited my mood, sat musing,
unheeding the flight OF time. The
wind began to blow, aud the rain
came down in torrents.
"Crickmore, said Phister, peering
from behind his colored bottles out
into the night, "this is the worst
San Francisco has had in five years.
You are lucky not to be out in this.
Possibly" I said, with some
doubts. 81 am lucky to be in here,
and then again possibly l am not.
You forget that 1 have got to go out in
the rain to get home.
"Not bit of it, doctor. just you
throw yourself down on the lounge
back here III the office, and snore
away till morning. wouldn't go out
tonight for anybody"
"Well, I'll see. But it's early yet
only eleven o'clock. 1t may stop
by midnight" -,
But it did not stop. Ifanything, it
got worse. At midnight. Phister be-
Gan to prepare to leave for his apart
,po,,t rns+a;rs While he was fussinQ