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

i Wish could DelleNe II. STOdneu
Harrell. passing his hand across his
face.
It's easy to believe, or ought to be"
said DR. Wallingford MY dear sir,
living is only swimming in deep water,
and we are all children. If We furry
we perish, Resign ourselves-hoat-
and we are saved. Learn to float, Mr..
HarreH, for, after all, you are but one
chip of many on the tide of life, and
the tide is master of US all alike.
Now, you call this preaching, not
practicing 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
it. Call it democracy, call it humanity.
Remember, I do not preach this as
philosophy. but as medicine. / have
established no fad, no cult, have made
no discovery, and offer no cure 1
have nothing to proclaim, Mr., Harrell,
which has not been in the world all
the time. l am poor. 1 have not sue
ceeded. Yet a moment ago you were
so good as TO offer to exchange places
with me. Forgive me, 1 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 WalIingford,
why do you insist upon the A, 3, c.?
OF course l cannot help you-it is you
who are to help yourself But remem-
Der my remedy grows on a tree whose
roots are in the grave of egotism. You
cannot get we'll if you think only Of
yourself"
BY JOver" said Harrell, suddenly, Il
believe you are right, I do, by Jove!'
"Of course 1 am right, as you can
prove out of your own life. Hasn't
any one ever done you an unselfish
act, ever helped you without hope of
pay?"
Harrell shook his head. mot late
ly,'' he said, grimly; but sometime"
Surely you have seen disproved
many a time in your own life all the
brute religion of survival. Why-in my
own case" WallingfOrd hesitated.
Yes, go en-" urged his visitor.
II hardly know that 1 should say
more than l have regarding my own
affairs. Perhaps 1 ought not to speak
of her"
you have promised. But whom do
you mean by her ?"
Il mean my wife" said WallingfOrd,
raising his head. 1.-THE story is part
hers. She helped me-perhaps she
would like to help you, too-if our little
story could do that"
Il am sure she would, sir" answered
Harrell. IF you please, 1 think 1
would like to hear it ALL" His voice
was gentler than it had been for years.
You see" continued WallingfoTd,
finally, my wife and l were very poor,
as l have said. We lived here in this
same little fiat, excepting that we had
not funds to rent more than two rooms
not these, but the kitchen and lit
tie room adjoining. We ate and cooked
and slept in that space. 1t was a hard
situation for a woman gently reared,
who had been used to other associa-
tons"
Wallingford's face grew serious, as
did also Harrells, who sat thinking of
the house he had left behind him, the
silken-draped halls of false silences
which he had set up as his asylum.
zone week, Mr.. Harrell, we had just
two dollars for our rent and our living.
1t was but a very few cents we could
spend for food. You do not know about
such matters. You may have heard
about such things, read of. them, but
you do not know about them"
by Jove, 1 have no right to COM
plain!' exclaimed Harrell, shifting his
hand upon his knee.
AS much right as 1, and I as much
as you" replied the physician. 4 was
not fit to survive, but ] survived"
yes, and my success for your sur
vival-that trade should go if we could
make iti' HarTeiFs eyes were shin
| ing now. Go on" he demanded.
I'VE had no money and no furni-
| ture," continued Wallingford. half
musingIy. I'VE had no table. We ate
| from a board resting upon two chair
| backs. But every morning, when that
hour Of blackness came-you know
what that is-when l was ready to
curse God that he had left me a cow
ard-why, then my wife would get up
and begin the day; and she began 1t
| with a smile and a song. l did not de-
serve it, but never in those cruel times,
1 tell you, did 1 ever see anything but
smile upon my Wife's face, though
that were upon the blacklist morning.
| Now, explain that to me, Mr.. Harrell,
under the laws of your life"
Harrell turned his face to the win
| dow, and the two remained silent for
a time Il came to the right place"
remarked Harren, at length. I'm glad
1 came. Yes, I'm glad"
Have you been very unhappy, Mr.
Harrell?" asked the doctor.
Harrell turned a mute look upon him
in reply.
81 do not compare my life with
yours" went on Wallingford. Il do not
say to you that you ought TO be happy
DtIduSC 9Ou arc iiNAl lie EicH are
often the least happy. In time their
messengers lie to them. They cease to
be in touch with the real world, with
actual life, l do not boastfully call
myself happy. | am simply not unhap-
py. You see, we did hang out our lit
tie single again. Some days l have
a number of calls. | am able now to
carry a life insurance Of $1,000. Not
much, but better than none. My wife
is at least comfortable, and for that l
thank Godr'
And you say you are not q special
list" corrected Wallingford, smiling.
You are the greatest specialist in
the city of New York; rejoined Har-
rell, impulsiVely.
Wallingford appeared not to hear
him.
Are you a married man yourself,
Mr. Harrell?" he asked.
Yes, and married to as good a wo-
man as ever lived. She is away now
been away for three months or so.
Some way, of late / did not seem to
care to have anyone around. Perhaps
have been a bit indifferent You
know"
Il presume you have been very
busy" said the doctor. They are