The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1907-02-22


able den at home smoking long black
cigar and Illuminating over certain
events long past and almost forgotten.
In his hand he held letter typed on
plain white sheet of paper. A bright
fire was cracking merrily in the open
crate, and DR.. Jensen would read the
letter and then gaze into the leaping
flames and under his breath mutter:
Damn him!"
The letter had neither heading nor
signature, there was no writing to iden-
tify the sender, the post mark on the
envelope was from remote sub
station away out in the northern
suburbs of the great city; but DR.. Jen-
sen knew, as well as he knew his own
name, just who had sent that letter.
Knew it because it referred to GER
tain event in his past life, spoke of a
compromising photograph and othor
things; only one man knew these
things, the knowledge which would be
very disastrous to DR.. Jensen's domes
tic and financial affairs. The writer of
this letter limited that a money con-
sideration, if sufficiently large, might
purchase the discriminating evidence.
Only one man knew these facts, there
fore he must have sent the missive.
To go back little: When Jensen
was graduated from an important
eastern medical school and had had
two years hospital work he stood on
the threshold of his career. He liked
medicine, had been good student and
was well fitted to practice. But he
had financial ambition. All his life he
had been poor; he had worked his way
through college, with the heel of pow
erty ever pressing his neck. He
wanted money, but the. pathway to
money through practice of medicine
was as a rule slow and uncertain.
MANY (doctors) are called but few
are chosen" was only too true and
Philip Jensen studied the subject of
his future very seriously. The ethical
thing for him to have done at this
time would be to open an Office, fur
nish it modestly, put pretty gold
sign reading: phillip Jensen, Physi'
clan and Surgeon" on the door, and
then to sit down in any easy chair and
wait-wait for some person to come
along and be suddenly stricken with
stomach ache He must wait for his
patients-wait perhaps like the Hon
Peter Stirling" for two years before a
client came along. In doing this he
would be strictly ethical, but two
years of being ethical wasn't pleasant,
especially when the doctor needed
food and raiment during that time.
If he were reasonably successful in
building up practice he might after
about ten years be able to pay his OF.
fee rent and support himself. But he
didn't propose to be poor that long;
in ten years he wanted to accumulate
a goodly amount of money; in 20 he
wanted to be independent. He studied
carefully over these questions and
finally became an advertising special.
isk' He departed from the hewn
lines of medicine; through the papers
he told of his skill in his chosen spe-
ciafty; his charges were reasonable,
and before very long the credit side
of his ledger was getting larger than
the debit What DR.. Jensen did he did
we'll; he was not an impecunious
quack, but skilled and expert physi.
clan. A year later his practice had so
increased he needed help in his &C.
counts and Office work. A bright Irish
chap named O'Brien was secured as
DR.. Jensen's secretary. O'Brien was
about the same age as the doctor and
the two soon became fast friends.
O'Brien was lawyer and was trying
to get on his feet by the old ethical
way but his funds ran out before
clients began to come in and he was
perforce obliged to seek work. Jensen
was glad to get him; his keen percep.
ton of business affairs and his ready
Irish wit were valuable assets for a
private secretary, and that is what he
was.
With the coming of money DR.. Jen
sen branched out. From the com
forts of life he went to the Injuries
His rooms were beautifully furnished
and he and O'Brien lived together
1T was said these bachelor apartments
o. DR.. Philip Jensen became the scene
O., more than one little dinner where
.s wine, women and song were pre-
Dominant. DR.. Jensen was enjoying
life to the full and Harold O'Briep
was helping him along. A goodly crop
Of wild oats was being sown by both
men.
For three years life flowed on un
eventually for the doctor and his Sec
rotary, when one evening DR.. Jensen
said:
Harry, I'm going to surprise YOU"
"How, Phil?"
I'm going to get married"
Married? Ha, ha! Well, that's a
good one, Phil. Who's the lucky lady?
and how about all our friends here?"
A dull red color suffused Jensen's
face'as he replied:
Never mind who the lady is.
haven't spoken to her yet and don't
know if she would have me; but I'm
getting sick of living as we do, Z
want home; the money question Is
easy ow and I'm going to have one"
you don't suppose the future Mrs.
Jansen would be proud of the life we