Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-05-16
No. He doesn't measure up to my

He's a coward. My hero must he
brave-for I'm timid."
Then it will be that fat blond fellow
with a jolly laugh?"
\, No, he's a fbber. My Prince, when
he comes, must be truthful. It's so
hard for me always to tell the truth"
Then it will be that dreamy looking
one of fifteen you danced with twice."
No, he's too frail My hero must be
strong-for l am weak. And he must
have a big, noble ideal of life: for
mine is very small-just little home
nest, and a baby, and the love of one
man.
Stuart looked at her intently while
mist gathered in his eyes.
I'm not sure about that being such
a very small ideal, girlie!"
But oh, my, I've forgotten what
me to ask you to please come down to
the factory right away. He wants to
see you on a very important matter.
1t must be awfully important. He
looked so worried. don't think ever
saw him worried before"
I'll go at once" Stuart said, closing
the window and blowing a kiss to the
girl as she hurried down the stairs.
He strobe rapidly across town to-
ward the Bowery, through Fourth
happened to break the accustomed
good humor of the doctor.
| "Worry's something so utterly for
eign to his character" the young law
yer mused.
The doctor had long since retired
from the practise of medicine as
profession, and only used it now as
his means of ministering to the wants
of his neighbors. His neighbors were
large tribe, however, scattered all the
way from the cellars and dives Of Wa
ter Street to the shanties and goat
ranges of the Upper Harlem. Stuart
had never met a man so full of con-
tagious health He was a born physi-
clan. There was healing in the touch
of his big hand. Healing light stream
ed from his brown eyes, and his IRON
gray beard sparkled with it. His pres
ence in a sick-room seemed to fill 1t
with waves of life, and his influence
over the patients to whom he minis
tered was little short of hypnotic.
Christian Science is no new doc
trine, my boy" he had said one day
in answer to a question about the new
cult.
Il thought it was" Stuart answered
in surprise.
No. All successful physicians prac-
tise Christian Science. The doctor
must heal first the mind. l can kill
man with an idea. So often l have
cured him with an idea. If l can sue
ceed with ideas, do so. If there's no
mind to work on, why then l use pills"
The young man stopped impatiently
at Broadway unable to cross. A little
girl of ten, pale weak and underfed,
staggering under load of clothing
from a sweatshop on the East Side,
| had been knocked down trying to cross
the street to deliver her burden to
Broadway clothier. A long line of
cars stood blocked for a quarter of
mile, every car packed with human
freight, every seat filed every inch
of standing room jammed with men
and women holding to straps. Tired
office boys even clung to the rear
guards at the risk of death from a
sudden collision with the car behind.
They were always crowded so at
this hour. And yet Stuart recalled
with a curious touch of irony the fate
of the indomitable old man, Jake
Sharp, who had fought for years to
force this franchise for a public neces-
| sity through the city government.
His reward was a suit Of stripes,
shame, dishonor, death. No one knew,
or cared, or remembered it now. A
new set of corrupt law makers took
the place of the old ones, their palms
still itching for money, money, money,
always more money.
And men who seek to serve the
people must grease their itching palms
1 Vi IlldhS way lOl lliOoS Niio IN
muttered, fighting his way across. "A
tough town-this, for a young lawyer
with ideals I wonder how long I'll
hold out?"
| Stuart found the doctor standing
at the door of his factory, shaking
hands and chatting with his employees
as they emerged from the building at
the close of a days work. A plain
old fashioned brick structure just off
the Bowery was this factory, and
sign which had not been changed for
more than fifty years:
Henry Woodman, Manufacturing
| Chemist"
The doctors father had established
| the business ffty-twO years ago, and
the son, who bore the fathers name,
had succeeded to it's management on
his death, which occurred just after
the return of the younger man with
his victorious regiment from their
last campaign with Grant before Pc
tershurg and AppnmattoN.
He had given up the practise OF
medicine after the war, and devoted
himself tn the business of which his
] father had been justly proud. The
house of Henry Woodman had been a
pioneer in the establishing of a trade
| i'm pure drugs. In the time OF the ell
der WOodman, adulteration and hum
bug were the rule. not the exception
| i'm the business.
| WOodman's stalwart figure lowered
in the doorway above his employees
as they passed into the street. For
every man, boy, and girl he had nod
a smile, or a pleasant word. 1t was
plain to see that the employer in this
case had made his business the way
to the hearts of the people who served
| him.
He took Stuart's hand in his big