Evening star., 1923-04-22
Taught by One Who Was Called.
Life Itself, He Became Something
More Than Leader Among Doctors.

HEY were to have been mar
ried, in 4 months time. The
brass plate with the double
i inscription, s'Dr. Walter Uloth,
DR.. Frances Uloth," was already fas-
tened. to the newly vanished door OF
the new house, and every evening
they made a deliberate detour to ad-
,nire this silent witness to their COM
ing partnership.
Their marriage had seemed inevit-
able--both were so brilliant, so pas
sionately attached to their profess.
sion, both outstanding personalities
with all the magnetism of an uncom-
promising sincerity.
DR.. Uloth went up to the operating
ward where he knew Frances Will
mot had been working. She came out
as he reached the door. They walked
together down the passage. In the
hospital their attitude toward each
other was rigidly impersonal, but he
was too keen a psychologist not to
be aware of some emotional trouble
in her apart from the days perplexi-
ties. He took her arm and pressed
Il. Emotion frightened and irritated
him.
Sn6 ore" away AAiCSis- so"s~
FinIay is dead" she said, Ave min
lites ago / do not think she ought
TO have died
Something in her tone CALLED him.
1--WE couldn't do more than our best.
From the point of view OF society
we might as we'll admit 1t frankly
she is better dead
She knew. She told me. She saw
in your face. sort of disgust and
reluctance She. said, of course. it's
,rue.' But it broke her. She wouldn't
fight"
Her low, beautiful voice had lost
It's steadiness. They were passing
mis- private office, and they went in.
He was in that mood when g. struggle
is welcome.
I'M sorry IL / betrayed myself" ="
he said Probably it was what she
felt herself. Rightly. too. We shut
I'D criminals and lunatics. There are
people who are not less dangerous.
One can't regret them"
people like Paula Finlay?"
Eyes"
what do you know about Paula
FinIay?"
quite enough"
''To pass judgment?'
"If you like to put it that way
He became aware of a prolonged
silence. He looked UP. She had
taken off her engagement ring and
laid it on the top OF his papers. The
one thought that flashed clear OF his
intense anger was that the action
was childishly theatrical.
"I am a mere mortal" she said. Il
don't see how q mere mortal and you,
who consider yourself above mortal
limitations. can work in partnership.
yITALTER ULoTH had fought his
Nway alone up a steep and cruel
,-oad to success. When some hope or
other was shattered. he simply put
his heel on his desire and went on.
So that he left the hospital that night
without a sigh, without conscious
suffering. and without protest. The
episode was finished.
He resigned from the hospital.
The new house was transformed into
a nursing home Of his own, where
patients came to him eagerly. His
profession became his master and
his religion. Only toward nightfali,
when his brain wearied. he flung his
work aside and stormed out OF the
house, walking rapidly westward, to
the streets which never sleep.
1t was on one such night that Keith
McManus saw him and laid hold OF
him. McManus and he had roomed
together in their desperate Edinburgh
days. Their friendship had seemed
ehen a thing Of necessity rather than
choice, for Uloth had despised
McManus for his inferior abilities
but at least it endured. They met
now as though days and not years
had separated them.
Il didn't even know you were in
England" Uloth said. why haven't
YOU looked me up? Where have you
been? You've been i'll anyway"
McManus shrugged his STOPPING
shoulders. ooh. yes, I've been pretty
bad. Studying bugs in South
African swamp. I've been in London
g. week, drifting round. Couldn't
make up my mind to look up any
one, not even you. That's how am
fed up, up to the teeth
''Yes, I can see
Got me diagnosed already? Well,
It's damnable state, Uloth." He
LAUGHED miserably. Uloth was look
ing across to the Pavilion" opposite
and mechanically spelling out the
illuminated sign, "Gyp Labelle-Gyp
Labelle" He heard himself answer
ing a question Mono. that's a
rumor. I killed a patient and lost
wife on the same day. I'm a free
lance-quite free. What do you want
to do? We neither Of US need count
the barbees now. Make a night of
it? I've not done such a thing in my
life--it's probably what you want"
McNfanus, too, was staring across
the road with his dead eyes. Good
Lord, If only knew! I'd be so thank
full to want something"
His voice cracked. Uloth took him
by the arm, much as he had taken
Frances wilmot by the arm months
ago.
"we'li try first what the devil can
do for you," he cried
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A BRUPTLY, the orchestra caught
"A hold of Uloth. It was playing
something that he had heard before,
at restaurants where he had gone
with Frances Wilmot. The stage, set
with a stereotyped drawing room.
was empty, as the curtain rose. Two