The Camden chronicle. (Camden, Tenn.) 1890-current, 1904-05-20

| soon got the little stove Steamlng anu
made the cottage fairly comfortable.
"Whos the doctor?" asked Dicky,
who saw that Mrs. Sullivan was an ex-
tremely sick woman. Little Mag
named a physician who lived more
than mile away on one of the boule-
wards. Dlcky decided that if medical
skill was to do any good it must be had
quickly. 1t would probably be fatal TO
wait until the family doctor could ar
rive, even if he started at once.
"I'll go and get doctor, Mag" said
Dicky. II won't be gone long"
Don't go, Dicky," pleaded the little
/ girl. I'm afraid to stay here with her
alone. She might croak on me-"
But Dick insisted.
"I'Il be back in a minute" he said.
"Your mothers got to have a doctor
| quick"
A block away in a second-story fat,
over drug store, lived young doctor.
Dicky ran upstairs and rang the bell.
The doctor opened the door and seemed
not at all pleased and ~bit frightened
when he recognized his caller as the
| well-known bank robber
Mrs. Sullivan's dying" said DicEy.
II want you to come right away and do
something for her"
"Whos the family doctor!" asked
the physician.
HE lives a mile away" answered
| Dicky, naming him. 1.-The old woman
might be dead before we could get
him"
"Well, have they got any money!"
demanded the doctor
Il don't know" said Dicky. II guess
they've got little"
"Well, I'll go over to the house and
see,'' said the doctor finally. IF they
haven't got any money l won't do any
thing"
Now, before you blame the doctor
too strongly you should consider that
it was O'Clock in the morning and six
degrees below zero; also that exper-
fence had taught the doctor that collect
on delivery was the only safe policy
| for a physician who had to depend on
his practice in that neighborhood for
living. And, finally, he recognized Mr..
| O'Regan, and he was not taken with
the idea of paying early morning calls
in the company of man of his reputa-
ton.
However. Dicky and the doctor final
ly started out together and walked
around the corner and down the alley
to the Sullivan shanty. AS they opened
the door little Mag came running to
meet them.
shes worser, Dicky," cried Mag.
"She's lot worser"
The doctor. his little night case in his
hand. hesitated in the open doorway.
Mag, have you got any money!" de-
manded Dicky O'Regan, who realized
that that was the first question to be
settled.
"Naw," said Mag, mot red"
"Well then, I'm not going to waste
my time around here" began the doc
tor. but Dicky interrupted him. He
thrust one hand into the pocket of his
overcoat and pulled out a large and
brightly polished revolver.
Here. DOCTOR" lie said, holding out
the gun in his right hand. But the doc
tors face had gone white.
"All right, Mr.. O'Regan," he said.
! "All right, sir. I'll do the best | can
for her"
The doctor threw of his overcoat and
started to work on the sick woman,
peerlng out anxiously now and then TO
the room where Dicky sat, Still holding
the revolver in his hand.
Half an hour later the doctor came
out into the outer room.
"Shes asleep now" he said to Dicky.
81 think she'll get well, all right"
Dicky got up and started to hold out
his revolver, but the doctor did not
wait to hear what he had to say. With
his medicine case in one hand and his
overcoat over his arm, he ran out into
the cold night. Dicky sat down again
and laughed.
Presently he made Mag go to bed,
and after heaping up the coal into the
rickety little stove he bade Mag good
bye and went back to his own home.
There a few hours later the police
round him.
Dicky was awakened by hearing the
shrill voice of his mother denouncing
the officers.
whats the row." asked Dicky.
sticking his head out into the front
room.
assault with a deadly weapon,
Dicky," said the policeman, drawn
revolver in his hand.
Let them in. mother" said Dicky.