The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-07-07

I boring men, teamsters, drivers and the l like. I sat down at one of the little tables and ordered me a mug of beer, try ing to be as like those about me as knew how. You smile? You never have been in such place. Your way in llte has been other than this That is partly the reason why you turn your face to the wall in the morning and ask God what Is the use of it all. You have not learned that there are other worlds besides your own, other people in the world besides yourself. An, pardon me If I make you vince. surgeon sometimes must.
 My teamsters were not, perhaps, oyer- clean, but they were healthy, hearty fel- lows. Some better class foreigners came there once In awhile. It seemed to be a sort of meeting place or club. They were a normal, gregarious set. They did not seem so tense so hard and ruthless as you and l have been, Mir Harrell. Five cents for a mug of beer, and radish so from the common table-they would sit and lau., h, and were happy They were hap pier than I, although had had a univer- sit. education, though l was a thinker a student man of letters, after a fashion, and in business had been a worker, strver, bent upon my ambitions. They were happier than you are, MT. HarreH, although perhaps some of them were in your employment.
 Now I shall not pretend to tell you when my cure began. l shall only say that without much plan I went back to m title saloon with the sanded floor often after this. l ate a radish and drank a pint and tried to make myself as near like these others as possible. You will understand what I mean by that, of course.
 ''So if you ask me about my cure, MT Harren, I tell you briefly there it is, and that is what I shall prescribe for you, In one form or another"
 "Odd medicinen exclaimed Harrel.
 ''Yes, and discovered by chance, as are many remedies. I do not ask you to do precisely as I did. Find your own rem edy as l did In brief, 1t Is to discover for yourself that the world Is wide enough for all, and that there is in 1t some one besides yourself. When you can learn that Mr Harrel, you are cured. Arnold might not tell you this'
 T wish I could believe it." groaned Harreu, passing his hand across his face.
 "It's easy to believe, or ought to be-" said Dr. Wallingford My dear sir, liv- ing is only swimming in deep water, and we are all children. If we furry we perish. Resign ourselves-foat-and we are saved. Learn to float MT Harrell. for, after all. you are but one chip of many on the tide of life. and the tide Is master OI us aii dHke
 Now, you call this preaching, not prac- ticing medicine don't you? You want some specific remedy, or at least you must have some specific name for my remedy? Very well, you shall have 1t. Call 1t democracy, call 1t humanity. Remember. l do not preach this as philosophy. but medi- cine. l have established no fad no cut, have made no discovery, and offer no cure have nothing to proclaim, MT. JIar tsbf frb haq bapD n Q xyofsl1 all the time. I am poor have not succeeded. Yet a moment ago you were so good as 10 offer to exchanges places with me. Forgive me, I do not yet care for the exchange"
 His patient shifted uneasily in his chair. But this does not help me" he began.
 My dear sir" reproved Walllngford, "why do you insist upon the A, B, c? Of course, I cannot help you-it is you who are to help yourself. But remember my remedy grows on tree whose roots are in the grave of egotism. You cannot get well if you think only of yourself"
 By Jover said Harrell suddenly, T be- lieve you are right, I do, by love"
 "Of course I am right, as you can prove out of your own life. Hasn't any one ever done you an unselfsh act, ever helped you without hope of pay?'
 Harrel shook his head. "Eot lately" he said grimly; but sometime"
 Surely you have seen disproved many time in your own life all the brute re- ligion of survival Why-in my own case" Wallingford hesitated.
 ''Yes, go on." urged his visitor.
 T hardly know that should say more than l have regarding my own affairs. Perhaps I ought not to speak of her.
 You have promised. But whom do you mean by herr
 T mean my wife," said Wallingford, raising his head, 'The story is part hers.