The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1906-08-17

DR.. CrOwder'S professional success
was complete. His selection to deliver
the address at the meeting OF the In
ternational Association, OF which he
had been notified but yesterday,
vouched for that, even had not his
great practice, largely as counsel for
other physicians, not settled the mat
ter long ago. But his selection by his
fellows in a profession jea.ous and ex-
acting to the last degree, to represent
them in a great International, scien-
tific gathering, put the final STAMP OF
approval upon his achievements.
And so DR.. Crowder whistled merrily
as he worked along in his library lab
oratory gathering data for the address
which he had resolved to make the
most nomentous ever delivered before
a medical congress.
One cloud only hung over DR.. Crow
der's life. 1t was woman, OF course.
When a mere boy, not yet formed or
educated, he had married pretty Ethel
Wood, a milliners apprentice. she
was pretty, of course, very, very pref
anu 0uC S3OOu, anu ISANNA' $500
true But she was ultimately impossi-
BILE for a man with such a brain as
DIR. Crowder possessed. Had he been
bank clerk, or a dry goods salesman,
or almost any sort of fellow except
ing just the kind he was, she might
have made an ideal wife for him, and
a most happy and conventional home
might have been established. But
when the great brain in him awakened
and ne felt the divine call to climb the
heights he did that which so many
others have done-he went away.
Through all the toilsome years since
he had been conscientious in his
monthly remittances, even when it had
reduced him to the most uncomfortable
straits. Yes, Ethel and the little boy
had been taken care of physically
that much was taken off his consci-
ence. But many times he questioned
within himself whether that covered
his obligations.
But, great heavens, she could not
SPELL" he said to himself over and
over again. She scarcely could read
never read anything worth while. She
had no ideals, ambitions, no mental in
itiative. Life with her would have
been mental death. l have been able
to be of some service to the race.
tied to her. l might have attained the
proud distinction of becoming regis
tered pharmacist-that would have
been about all"
All! but the boyle got on DR..
Crowder's mind many sleepless nights.
What right had he to project a human
life into the world and leave it to work
out the devious course of existence
without the guidance and aid of a
fathers care? These revolts of con-
science were not frequent, however, as
DR.. Crowder was very busy man and
his splendid brain was fully occupied
with problems of great import to the
race.
Tonight the memory of his girl wife
and the few happy months he had
spent with heretofore he heard the
call to climb the heights-was hot up
on him, and he paused in the midst of
his experiments and sat with his head
in his hands for a long time Every
detail of her glorious face and her trim
figure came to his mental vision The
old love and the old desire surged
through his veins. He had met the
most beautiful women in the world
since his professional success had been
assured-but here was his woman-the
mate he had chosen in his youth-and
who had chosen him. He could feel
her very presence and his heart
throbbed with the thought.
And the boyle never had seen the
boy. The boy had been born after he
had left. But he was his boy-fiesh of
his flesh, bone of his bone-and his
very own blood, and the blood of his
forebears flowed in the veins of this
boy he never had seen and in whose
rearing he mad had no part All these
things were very much on the mind
and heart and spirits of DR.. Crowder
tonight.
Of one thing he reflected with salts
faction-as he frequently had done be-
fore-he had covered his tracks well.
No acquaintance of his youth could
possibly identify the great DR.. Crow
der of New York as the callow youth
of Pottstown 20 years ago known as
Tom Billings. For the boy had changed
his name when he planned his new
career and no human being knew of
the connection with the exception OF
his trusted lawyer. through whom the