St. Tammany farmer., 1911-01-14

pecuniary harvest Then the crash
came. and they had sunk with amaz-
ing swiftness Only three days before
| had telephoned my broker to sell
out and send the wretched remnant
to my wife, that she might have
little to live upon for few weeks at
least. And if I had not sent 1t
should have made fortune.
The broker was an old acqualnt-
ance; he had been the cause OF my
ruin; perhaps he would give me work
any work, at ten dollars week,
something that would at least provide
us with the bare necessities OF life.
Resolved to plead my cause desperate
ly I hurried to his Office, where /
found him just taking off his coat.
When he saw me he fastened forward
with hands outstretched.
Congratulations, my dear Fellow,
he cried heartily. You have made
thirty-seven thousand odd on this deal.
have been expecting your instruc-
tions to sell The boom won't last
perhaps not over tonight. Shall l sell
for you at once? Be satisfied with
what you've made!"
He bad never received my telephone
message. His clerk must nave re-
ceived it and, in some incomprehens-
ible lapse of memory, forgotten it.
The next day Seaboard Eagle stocks
fell back to what they had previously
been, but not before I had sold out
far nearly forty thousand dollars.
On the next day l went back to my
Offices in Pitt street and re-engaged
them. paying years rent in advance.
Though 1 had been compelled to dis.
pose of all my instruments and IL
brary, by some fortunate chance they
still remained there; the dealer had
sold them to the landlord, who had
contemplated transferring them to his
son, young student. In few min
utes 1 had again become their pos
SCISSOR. l looked round my apartment.
Patients will not matter to me
now" / unused aloud. Il shall have
leisure to devote myself to medical
Investigation"
O knock at the door recalled me to
myself. l opened it; there upon the
threshold stood Van Wybergh himself.
He sprang forward and grasped my
hands, .
Thank God l have found you, doc
tor" he exclaimed. l have heard Of
the reputation you made for yourself
at the hospital; you. performed the
identical operation successfully, they
tell me, and l would not trust any
surgeon but you. Come quickly"
Within two years l had gained a
reputation second to no surgeon in
the east ] attended the president;
my fame spread to Europe, and l re-
ceiyed the largest fee upon record
for curing the infant Prince of Portu-
gal of some childish complaint, being
escorted to Lisbon upon the royal
yacht with naval honors. My home life
was ideally happy. Two children were
born to us. With money, fame, and,
best of all. work, nothing was lacking
to make my fortune complete. l had
forgotten the misty dream of that
night upon the wharf; if recalled it
/ dismissed it as the phantasy OF a
starving man. And yet. somehow,
somewhere, I felt the existence OF
some troublous thing that I put from
my mind, some dark secret which
| hardly entered my field of conscious
ness.
For several weeks | had been feel
ing curiously indisposed. They say
that the physician who diagnoses his
own ailments has fool for a patient
l went to Sargent of Buffalo. He
sounded me; then he took me by the
coat lapels and / saw the joy of the
doctor over some rare complaint burn
in his eyes for all his solemnity.
my dear DOCTOR" he said, your
working days are over. Has your heart
| never troubled you before?"
| my heart" I exclaimed.
"You have a congenial malpositioI
| of the heart" he answered. did yol
| not know that it was on the right side
| of your body? It is one of the rarest
things in pathology, isn't it? / have
seen two cases in thirty years O
| practice and neither survived to adol
escence Surely you knew
| Yes, / had known. This was thu
secret that I put out of thought ant
mind
How long do you give me?"
asked.
-Four weeks" he answered.
The blow had fallen. was to tast,
the lees at last For days l wrestie,
with my despair And at last though