Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1904-11-11
CHAPTER XVIII.

during the operation, and l know net
whether he is conscious until at it's COM
pletion he murmurs, THANK you, doc
sor."
gently raise him to sitting position,
and support him with my arm.
''How do you feel now, sir?'' in
quired.
'An right, all right" he replies, yet
his voice is thick and indistinct. He
comforts his odd, old face, too, with a
twinge of pain. "This is a bad job, eh
shall be detained here with it. How
long, now, should yeu suppose it will
take to mend; or rather, how long until
can trayel?"
I hesitate "That is difficult to say"
reply at length. 1T depends much on
the state Of your blood and your bodily
constitution. If the wound should in
Same"
at cannot infane 1t won't infame!
Do / look like man Of gross habitsT'
He lashes himself up to a state Of ex-
element which is Of all things the most
injurious.
''No, no, my dear sir. By no means;
calm yourself
He hurries on as if had not spoken
Il am in excellent conditiCE-always
was-always am. Never know what it
Is to have pain in my stomach! l am
neither drunkard nor a glutton, sir, and
more than one-half of humanity is car
sied off before their time with one or
other, or both! Their bloated bodies go
80 fatten the churchyard, and just what
they deserve. l have one mutton chop
for my dinner every day, sir, no more!
One fresh egg for breakfast-two slices
Of toast per diem. And, sir, unless get
killed in an accident, l shall live until
i die of old age"
mo doubt" l hasten to assent, anx-
5ous only to soothe him, adding, with
laugh. You are bad customer to the
doctors, sir, l fear. If all were like you,
we should fare badly"
He chuckled. Not much they have
aver got out Of me; ha, hav'
And yet, in spite of his boasting, he
seems to hold but a frail tenure Of life
Like a withered apple his face is wrin
Killed., his frame is shrunken and wizetTed.
At this juncture another twinge Of pain
forces a groan from him, and his head
falls to my shoulder. An ashep hue be-
gins to spread over his features again.
81 am not used to pain" he murmurs,
anxious to explain the cause of the faint
ness. Next he turns to the station mas
Ser. "The station master, l presumed
That individual, who apparently under
stood English, bows.
AT your service, sir"
''Wouid you have the goodness to see
what those fools have done with my eff
sects, Mr.. Stationmaster? And if they
are not stolen, order them to be taken to
Hotel London"
The station master again inclines his
aead.
"And send for a four-wheeler," l re-
quested.
what is your name, young man?'
asks the Englishman abruptly, scanning
me from head to foot. You are doc
tor, | presume; but what do they call
your"
l pronounce to him my name in full,
| take pride in doing so, but it is lost
OH him. He gathers his white, bushy
eyebrows into Fuckers.
what? Do you mean to say they
we're barbarous enough to christen you
shat? Say it again. l didn't catch any
Of it."
l repeat it. mo doubt my name
sounds strange to English ears, yet in
Russian. In England l should be called
snly Vladimir Lubaneff. The middle
sitle which means son of Alexander
would be left out"
"Ah son of Alexander he repeats.
well, now, to my mind the name Alex
ander is the only sensible one of the
shree; and if you won't be offended, /
will call you DR.. Alexander. OF course,
! Of oI~'
Certainly, if you wish it, sir. only
before allowing you to engage me to do
so. must tell you that though L have
taken my degree, l have not as yet prac-
diced. Moreover, there is something else
you ought to know l hesitate
and look him straight in the face. The
fact is, you might object to being attend
ed by a political fugitive; but have a
friend here, DR.. Carl Rosen-
am hurrying on, when he bursts in
with, Fudge! You'll do. A political
Fugitive, you say. And you think | may
sbiect2 like a man who has the pluck
So show fight when he is unfairly
coerced! Now, those Nihilist fellows,
aon't say they are right, mind you
not in blowing people to pieces, and that
sort of thing--God forbid. But on my
word, though L dlSapproVe OF theAr inetil
eds, l cannot help sympathizing witt
sheir cause. l am dead against coercivt
measures, and so are you. like your
sort Alexander. Shake hands,
The station master enters and inform:
81 that the conveyance is waiting.
How are you going to get me to it,
Enquiries the Englishman, obviously.
/ reply by carefully gathering him VI
n my arms and carrying him off. HI
wrists his face the while for all the worlt
Nike q crying infant. Having disposed
him on the seat of the conveyance will
. cushion, lent by the station master, un
Ssr his injured foot, we start at SLOW
paca toward the hotel. On the broat
steps the proprietor is waiting to receiv
-. He hurries to the street as we halt
With many solicitations; for, as he in
forms rs, "Meester Coughs effects hat
arrived, and he had heard Of that gentle