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

Harrell half sprang up from his chair
4 mean to tell you this much. The
nervous system may be hurt in many
different ways for many different per-
sons. Without introducing my own af-
fairs, ! can tell you that / understand
something of your present condition.
am, unfortunately qualified to under
stand it"
Harrell drew a long breath and
turned his head. His eye was restless,
his brow moist, yet perforce he list
ened.
III your case" went on the even
voice of the physician, the cause was
success. In my own case, it was fail
ure. As TO that, joy and sorrow, ex-
cess and want, success and failure
each has the symptoms of its oppo
site"
Harren turned back now, his chin in
his hand "One thing I can say as to
yourself. doctor" he said, land that is
this I would trade places with you now,
even up, nv success for your failure.
You got we'll"
Yes, and so shall you, Mr.. Harrell
[ do not doubt" replied Wallingford
quietly.
A slow flush came over his visitors
face Again he drew a deep breath. IF
I could believe that"
Don't believe anything about your
self just vet, Mr.. HarrelI If you knew
that every messenger that brought you
a telegram was bringing you a false
one, was reporting to you false news,
would you feel warranted in believing
them?"
''Meaning?-"
"Your nerves are messengers, Mr.
HaTTell, unworthy ones, and unreliable
at this time"
But cannot dispense with them, I
cannot discharge them"
mo but perhaps We can put them
under a reform management. Let us
see. Now you ask me to tell you my
own story? You want to hear that,
do you not? 1t may be of use to you"
Harrell nodded.
AS TO myself" went on WaIling-
ford, there was little of the sensa-
tional IN my case-simply that of q
country doctor who did not stop to rest
You see, | first started in a small town
Arnold, by the way, was olassmate of
mine, but he came to the city at first
I came here at the last-came here, in
short, TO be forgotten, to die. 1 have
lived here in he'll, as you are living
now, over on the avenue, Mr.. Harrell.
My wife and l saved a few hundred
dollars out of the financial ruin which
meant so much to US. For a time we
Travelled, TO secure rest for me, change
of scene, a mildeT climate. We spent
most of our money travelling, and I
came here, as l said, to finish my ca
reer Of failure.
Yet | tried to rebel all l could. With
all my might I argued that it was
wrong for me to lie awake at night
with torture in my breast, to wake up
gTOaning-tO realize that if a choice
We're left to me l would turn my face
TO the wall never again to rise to go
on with the fight"
Il know" broke in Harrell: II know
how that is"
"Of course you do. The most dan
gerous symptom is lack of interest in
life We ought all to enjoy life, to
eXult in the fact that we are alive. l
do enjoy that fact today, Mr.. HarreIl.
and so shall you some day again,
truly hope. But let me tell you my
own story just as it occurred.
"One day l wandered into a saloon,
cheap place, freQuented by foreign
ers, laboring men, Transfers, drivers
and the like. ] sat down at one of the
little tables and ordered me a mug of
beer, trying to be as like those about
me as | knew how. You smile? You
never have been in such place Your
way in life has been other than this
That is partly the reason why you
turn your face to the wall in the morn
ing and ask God what is the use of 1t
all. You have not learned that there
are other worlds besides your own
other people in the world besides your
self. All, pardon me if l make you
vince. A surgeon sometimes must
My teamsters were not, perhaps,
overclean but they were healthy
hearty fellows. Some better class for
eiSners came there once in d while, 1t
seemed to be a sort of meeting place
or club. They were normal, gre
garious set. They did not seem so
tense, 50 hard and ruthless as you and
I have been, Mr.. Harrell. Five cents
for a mug of beer. and a radish or so
from the common table-they would sit
and laugh, and were happy. They We're
happier than |, although ] had had a
university education, although l was
thinker, a student, a man of letters,
after a fashion, and in business had
been a worker. A striver, bent upon my
ambitions. They were happier than
you are, Mr.. Harrell, although per-
haps some of them were in your en-
plOvment.
Now, shall not pretend to tell you
when my cure began. ] shall only say
that without much plan 1 went back 70
my little 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.
80 if you ask me about my cure,
Mr.. Harrell. / tell you briefly there 1t
is, and that is what 1 shall prescribe
for you, in one form or another"
odd isi@8ielne li-exelaimed Harreil
Yves, and discovered by chance, as