The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1907-07-21

| into minute fragments, thrust them
into his vest pocket, shivered, pulled
himself together sharply, and, with
the steely CLEAN in his eyes, looked at
the doctor.
What are you going to do about
it?" he said. His voice was as if his
mouth were full of sand.
You are forgetting our business.
Still, since you asks that Widow
Gage yet living?"
Yes
In poverty, of course?"
Yes
mo doubt some action in that mat
ter, and at once, recommends itself to
your"
Yes"
And the children of your late part
ner-"
Yes
VERY well. We will say no more
about these things unless it should be
come necessary. They are for you to
settle in your own way. My purpose
at present is to restore Mrs. Harsh.
How long before you can have that
medium here-the man you have been
consulting about Mr.. JellipheTsOn?
Can you telephone to him."
Mr. Harish measured him darkly.
His face was very red now, he gnawed
his lip nervOusly, his mustache bris-
tied, his fingers opened and shut, and
he breathed heavily.
Il can get him very shortly, if you
wish it." he answered at last. But is
it necessary to bring him into the mat
ter?"
1T is. He must come at once. Mrs.
Harish's cure depends on him. l am
going to her now, and when he ar
rives show him up Immediately, for it
is there that l wish to see him."
'Ah, that's it. is it? L suppose
now know what you want. But you
can't do it. He shook his head, with
touch of a cynical smile around his
mouth. "You can't do it." he repeat
ed. Il know" But as the doctor
turned and without a word looked at
him he added, well, if you insist
And he went to the telephone.
A half hour later a tall, slim man of
80, with curling black hair, staring
eyes, in which a wild CLEAN fitted fur
lively, and dark mUstached face. came
into the sick room with Mr.. Harish.
DR.. Furnivall Immediately removed his
spectacles-
Business looking Up?" he suggested
pleasantly to him.
The other returned his gaze with
stare, and then seemed inclined to
shift his regards in the direction of the
bed, where Mrs. Harish lay peering
fearfully above the covers. But he
only moved his head slightly. His eyes
remained fixed on the doctors, staring
harder and harder. After some hesita-
ton he answered:
NO, we don't do much. Truth is too
high for people. They won't come for
it. They don't want it. Money is what
tbay and fasbiCDa hIe S.ICtbas-
the women, anyway"
He gave a little, hasty. deprecating
laugh, and moved his feet about awk-
waTdly, as one unused to conventional
society. But his eyes never left the
doctors.
Yes, but aren't there ways Of start
ing people up, attracting their atten-
ton, making them wish to come to you
and pay for your services
Il dunno what you mean" He said
this grievedly, as if he took it as
reflection of some kind on himself; but
even as he spoke, Dr. FurnivaH saw
the familiar, retrospective expression
pass into his eyes. He asked at once:
Where did you get that little orna-
mental club which you sent to Mr..
Harish?"
MY sister got it for me-" he replied
readily.
"Where2"
'she took it offn Mr.. Harish's chain
one night in Paris"
'Who is your sister? How could she
get it?"
She is Mrs. Harish's maid, and is
with 'em all the time"
There was the sound of a startled
movement in the bed.
Keep perfectly quiet, Mrs. Harish,"
cautioned the doctor. "All you have to