Evening Republican, Volume 17, Number 8, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 9 January 1913 — Page 2

A FIGHTING DOCTOR

How One Young Physician Literally Fought His Way Into Fame and Practice. BY JOHN PHILIP ORTH. When a medical student has received his diploma and is turned adrift to succeed or fail it is the crisis of his life. Not one in ten can figure out how he is going to support himself sntil he can get a foothold. When he has selected his town and his office and his home he must wait for patients, and weeks and months may go by before his prescriptions begin to be handed in to the drug store. ;; When Dr. Charles Chisholm made his advent at Lansing he found seven M. D.’s for a population of 3,500. That was 500 each. In the course ofa year, as doctors figure, ten people eut~ of every 500 will need the service of a physician. That is the average, outside of epidemics, Taking the doctors* ngures again, the charge to the ten patients will not average over sls each. That means an income of $l5O per year, and an outgo of S6OO. Out of seven doctors in a town with the population given, two will make a fair income. The other five will simply hang on apd wish they had learned the carpenter’s trade. Doctor Chisholm had this all figured . out, and yet he., -decided to take chances and hope for luck. Another man might have been kept waiting for months. He was taking his first drive into the country to get the lay of the land, when luck came galloping up. Miss Nellie Mayfield, daughter of the owner of the big shoe factory, was taking a walk in the suburbs with her little dog at her heels when she suddenly found herself face to face with an evil-faced vagabond. It was her screams as he laid hands on her purse that reached the youngs doctor’s ear from around a bend in the road and caused him to apply the whip to his somewhat lethargic horse. The shindy did not last more than two minutes. The doctor leaped from his buggy and knocked the fellow down, but that wasn’t the When the vagabond scrambled up he drew • a knife and made a slash that scratched the doctors’ shoulder. Down he went again, and this time he got the full dose. His knife was left behind, and he had seven different limps as he disappeared into the bushes. When the victor turned to the girl she was a quarter of a mile down the road and still running. Young Chisholm drove home without a word to anyone of the affair, but within a day he was being congratulated. " Among those who called was Mr. Mayfield. He jvas a man of few words. “They say he had a knife and used IL” lie said as he held out his hand. “It was only a scratch,” was the reply. “Have you set up here as a doctor?" "Yes." : “Think you can make a go of it?” “I shall try hard.” “Good!” There were three bullies in Lansing. Jake Wolf, the driver of a brewery wagon, was a bully because he loved to fight. A week after the doctor’s adventure, and right in front of his office, Jake’s wagon collided with the vehicle of Mr. Davis, the banker, and tore off a wheel. It was Jake’s bad driving that caused the accident, but he jumped down for a scrap. “Quit that!” commanded the doctor as he stood in his door. “If you want to mix in come along! ” Doctor Chisholm threw off his coat and stepped out. His was a strong prescription. In five minutes ho had the bully licked for the first time in his life. “You are the new doctor?” queried the banker as they shook hands. "Yes.” “How are you making out?” “I’ve licked two men so far!” “Then you’ll get along. Any time you want a hundred dollars on your note come and see me.” It went all over town that the new doctor had given Jake Wolf his dose, and there were more compliments. Mr. Mayfield stepped within the door of the office to nod and say: “Keep right on! You are doing wenr w ~'—--- — —— “Thanks.” Jack Brown, the stone mason, had the habit of going on a spree every two weeks. When about half-drunk he would start in to make Rome howl. It came his day, and as he passed the doctor’s office he entered to wreck things. The only thing wrecked was the stone mason. He got such a thumping that the Temperance union had to let him sign' the pledge in three places before he was satisfied. A score of men dropped in to shake hands wjXlj Doctor Chisholm, and Mr Mayfield met him at the post office and linked arms with him and said: “Come along to dinner with me. I like a fighter.” “But 1 am no man to pick a quarrel," was the reply. “No? You just happen to be on the spot when t'ue row starts. Well, come along and hear what Miss Nellie-has to say about It I think most girls like a strong-armed man.” There were introductions and a pleasant evening, and while Doctor Chisholm was enjoying himself he was being discussed by two doctors seated in the office of one of them. “He must surety starve out.” remarked one. “He can make no headway here,” was the reply. f 1 “But la be h prise fighter or a doc tor?”

“I don’t know." “This community won’t stand for his tactics.” i “Bound to go under.” “I have cut him dead thus far.” “We can’t recognize hipr.” There was one more bully, -and he was a bad tempered man—Jiffi Eccles." He was bad-tempered drunk or sober. When he heard how Doctor Chisholm had served the others he growled: “Come to run the town has he? Well, you wait a bit!” "What are you going to do?” was asked. ’ “Bounce him out of Lansing!” Again the doctor sat in his office reading a medical work when he had a caller. It was Jim Eccles. He was sober and he had a job before him. “Skate!” he said as he pointed to the street. ; “Why?” was quietly asked. “Because *l, tell you to!” , “You are Jim Eccles, the bad man?” “Bad all the way through, and I don’t generally hold my temper as long as this.” » “Your blood is out of order Mr. Eccles, and I’ll give you a prescription for it!” The scrap took place out of doors, and the audience sa>d it was just the neatest little affair the town of Lansing had ever been treated to. When it was over the doctor had a black eye and Mr. Jim Eccles said he was going to California to take on an earthquake or some other easy mark. Three of the doctors in the town witnessed the affair, and as they walked away they were agreed that it was the finish of the new comer. Doctor Chisholm was bathing his eye when Mr. Mayfield entered the office to say: “So you got around to Eccles, eh? Come to dinner with me.” “Can’t. See this black eye?” “All the better. Miss Nellie has always wanted to see one close at hand. ■No cause for embarrassment —not in the least?’ And the doctor went, and things were made very nice for him. As he left the house it was Miss Nellie who said: “Father thinks you will succeed.” “Oh, I’ve got to,” he laughed. At the door of his office a woman waited to ask: “Are you the fighting doctor?” “Well, I’ve had a few scraps.” ’"Then come and see my sick child,” The next morning it was a woman with an ailing husband, and there were six calls before night. In each and every case the qaller made sure that he or she was addressing the fighting doctor. - And next day what happened but that the banker’s wife got a chicken bone in her throat, and Miss Nellie Mayfield had a sudden pain in her side and wanted medical attendance. “Go ahead and treat us all for anything you wish!” laughed Mr. Mayfield; and the fighting doctor knew that his practice was an assured thing. “Did you ever!” exclaimed the doctors to each other. They never did. When they woke up they found a new doctor at the head of the procession and the town predicting a son-in-law for Mr. Mayfield. For once the gossips hit it right. It was the fighting doctor that left his many patients long enough one day to get married and it was Mrs. Nellie Chisholm who said: “Never mind the bridal torn- until we are worth a million dollars and can hire special trains.” (Copyright, 1912, by. the McClure Newspaper Syndicate.)

Appreciated, but Costly Honor.

On one occasion, when a public reception was given to Mr. Gladstone, a particularly obsequious old gentleman was Introduced to him and forthwith commenced flattering hiffi to such an extent that the late premier grew weary of him. so, bidding the man good day, he settled down heavily into the nearest chair. The bore, instead of passing on, lingered near and seemed to have something still in his mind, though he looked blissful. Mr. Gladstone observed this, and said, not sweetly, “May I ask you, sir, if you want anything more of me?” “Oh —oh, no,” said the man, smirking; “only perhaps I may be permitted to remark that I am proud to say that hat is having the inestimable honor to occupy the same chair with W. E. Gladstone.” —Weekly Telegraph.

Womanly Reason.

The families of two neighboring flats were playing 10-cent limit poker together. After the busting of a pot the opener diew one card and the mistress of the flat where the game was played also drew one. She held to start with the deuce, trey, four and five of diamonds, and acquired the six of the same suit The opener bet a dime and the woman merely called. When the cards were spread her husband went up in the air. “Why didn’t you raise with that hand?" he exclaimed; “didn’t you know it was worth it?” “Yes,” answered the wife, “but I didn’t want to break a quarter”

Bold Things.

A trolley car in Ramsey, N. J., killed a deer just as the other trolley car did out west, as you read in this column a little while ago. The deer about Ramsey are becoming bold and brazen. The town Is only twenty-five miles from New York city, but nevertheless the wild animals are not awed by the approach of civilization. The Ramsey people say that two Saturdays ago five deer walked down Main street in the middle of the day, as Interested in proceedings as country people in a big city. It is said that they even went so far as to eat the oats that bad been given to horses tied at the side of the street

The agricultural department maintains at Washington a bacteriological laboratory where all Borts: of “bugs” are discovered in all sorts of food. A.t this time of the year, when the oyster season is at Its height, little is done In this place except to test'~oys ters and the water in which they live to determine whether or not they contain typhoid germs. The photograph shows Dr. George Stiles, Chief of the laboratory, and his two assistants, Miss Ruth C. Greathouse and Miss Maude L. Mason.

STORIES OF HEROISM

Character of the Bulgarian Soldier Is Revealed. One Man Tells of Victory Over Turks Won by Privates Disobeying an Order to Retreat Soldiers Devoted to Their Officers. Sofia, Bulgaria.—ln order to explain the phenomenal exploits of the Bulgarian armies in their battles against the Turk in Adrianople and Macedonia one must become familiar with the character of the Bulgarian soldier, says a correspondent. It is but a short time since the Balkan war began, yet many are the incidents that have come to light which enable one to judge as to the caliber of “the man behind the gun.” As I was passing the postoffice one day I met some twenty men in wornout uniforms. Several had their arms In slings, one had his head bandaged and a couple of them limped a • little. I joined them the moment I had assured myself that they were wounded soldiers apparently cured and just discharged from the hospital. The men were very cheerful, but this is a striking characteristic of nearly all those who have received Injuries in the recent great battles. I asked if they were all wounded. “Yes, all of us, of course,” answered three of them at the same time. “Would we have left the battlefield otherwise?” I found out upon Inquiry that several had received -severe bullet wounds. Two showed me the very bullets that had been taken from their bodies. “They ordered us to go home,” one of them said, “but we are good enough for another trial with the Turk if the king wants us!” In one of the hospitals I have a friend who belonged to-one of the first regiments that took part In the engagements south of Lozengrad (KirkKllisseh). Here is a little story which he told me that is typical of the Bulgarian warrior: “Our regiment went too far Into the enemy’s Intrenchments when suddenly we saw ourselves nearly surrounded., Our commander gave the order to retreat For the first time since I have been a soldier I heard an order from a superior that was not obeyed. The order was repeated by other officers, but the men showed no inclination to obey it. Suddenly a deafening cry of "Ooraah!’ was raised and then a platoon of reserves led by a lieutenant dashed ahead and shouted: 'Forward, Boys! A Bulgarian soldier knows no retreat. Na voje [charge bayonets]. Ooraah!* “In a moment the blades on the Mannllcher guns shone in the light as the men rushed at their opponents, who for an instant were stupefied at the unexpectedness of the attack. We were pretty sure we were going to be killed, for we were too few in number. But God was good to us. The Turks, though bloodthirsty and fierce with the knife, are exceedingly afraid of it; at any rate, they were afraid of our ‘Na voje’ charge. Their right flanks gave way before our attack and after leaving a third of our men dead In the field, mostly killed by the Turkish rapid flrers, thus remaining intrenched themselves tn an evacuated Turkish fortification. "I never believed I could be so bni; tai with the knife. One does not think of it when engaged In battle. A man never thinks of death under these circumstances. Our disobedience to the orders was a very grave one, Indeed, but there is always an exception to the rule. Had we obeyed the command to retreat our comrades back of us would have thought we were cowards and we would have caused demoralization among our own men.” The other day I met a wounded officer. Greatly Interested In the war, I requested him to tell, me something about bls experience. “The only thing I can tell you Is this: That we'offlcers fall f&r below our soldiers in point of

GUARDING AGAINST THE POLLUTED OYSTER

Reporters Induce Him, However, to Tell Whether He Wished to Catch Heiress. “Oh, I say now, you haven’t been presented to me. Really, old top, you cawn’t expect me to talk to you without an introduction,” declared the earl of Levan and Melville when he was discovered gliding behind a ventilator on the steamship Carmania as it was about to sail. “Why, your elegance,*’ said a reporter, “we don’t seed an introduction. We’re willing to take you for what you’re worth. We’ll introduce ourselves.” “But that’s all bally rot, you know," declared the frightened earl. “Why, in England the - press men wouldn’t dare to do such a thing, don’t you know. The press men here are unique; absolutely, don’t you know. You know too much. I’ve read all about you fellows, don’t you know. You are unique; you are inventive." His grace is a. Scot. He stands six feet three and is twenty-three years old. He had been shooting in this country three months, he said, and was going home. “Shooting what, rattlesnakes f in-, qulred one reporter. “Oh, no,” replied the earl. “I rhot the bull moose, don’t you know. Haw. haw, haw! I say, pretty good, what?” The nobleman had sandy half that grows all over his face. His trousers were baggy and his overcoat looked as if he had slept in It Asked if he had selected an American heiress he became indignant and refused to talk. He didn’t like this "bally country,” anyway.

Devise Plan to Prevent Women From Wearing Gowns and Then Returning Them. New York. —The latest development of the graft-exposing fraud that is now sweeping through New York life is the revelation that women of wealth and good standing in New York society have joined the ranks of the grafters. Not only do these women take graft, but they go out and get it, and the situation has now reached a point where the department stores, which have been the worst sufferers,' have organized to protect themselves. The women have, qt course, been cruelly shocked to hear the right name given to their practice, which was one of the oldest and simplest of gentle grafts. The woman who feels that none of evening gowns would do for a particularly brilliant occasion would saunter into a store during the early afternoon, look over and try on gowns, till she found the handsomest one that she could wear, and order it sent home immediately “on approval.” Next day she would return the gown, saying that her husband did not like it, or that the color was all changed when she got it tn the gas light The store people, though they knew from the feel of the fabric that the gown had been worn for an evening, could not protest, for a customer, even a bad one, is always in the right, and the store is always in the wrong when it comes to a difference of opinion. . 1 The department stores’ cure for the trouble is simple and effective. They now paste a label of flimsy paper on the s.’eeve or back of each gown Ln a contracting color, big enough to be seen three blocks away. A tag or an ordinary sewed cloth label could be

courage and bravery. men would often stand in front of us or would pile their knapsacks in order to protect us from the bullets. Our hearts melted at this touching tenderness on the part of our subordinates.”

EARL ASKS AN INTRODUCTION

TO STOP SOCIETY “GRAFT”

KING PUNISHES A DRIVER

Monarch of Spgin Boxes Man’s Ears for Beating Exhausted Horse. Paris.—An Interesting anecdote of the king of Spain is now going the rounds of Paris. The other day, it is said, a man was driving up a steep hili just outside of Madrid a heavily laden cart drawn by two miserable horses, both of which looked to<be at the end of the tether. One of them, dead beat, fell "exhausted, and was unable to arise, in spite of the blows showered on the unfortunate beast by the driver, with the butt end of his whip. At this point a large automobile came into view over the brow of the hill, driven by a young man, with a lady at his side. The motorist took im the situation at a glance and at once stopped. Getting down, he skilfully raised the wretched horse to its legs, and then proceeded to box the ears of the driver soundly. “Now,” he said, starting his automobile, “you can, if you like, go and complain to the king of Spain.” The chivalrous motorist was Alfonso himself, with Queen Victoria.

HUNTER LASSOES A GRIZZLY

Bruin Escapes Bullets of Party of Hunters, but Falls Under the Lariat Downieville, Cal. —George Bynom, who was out with a party of hunters two days ago, roped a young grizzly bear. The party sighted the bear near the Yuba rivqr, and fired several shots without effect. Seeing that the quarry was about to escape, Bynom, an experienced cowboy, unfurled his lasso and chased the animal with . his trained range horse. Overtaking the bear after a mile chase through scrub brush, Bynum placed his line upon it and held it until his companions arrived. The griz< zly was then securely tied and brought to Downieville.

removed, but the light paper, stuck on with a preparation that cannot harm the cloth, has to be torn off in scrape. If the label Is not In place the gown is regarded as sold /nd there’s an end to it

TRIPLETS BORN AFTER DEATH

Posthumous Babes Are Hearty and Physicians Are of the Opinion ' That They tyill Live. Altoona, Pa. —Posthumous triplets were born to Mrs. Mary Gordon of Tatesvllle, Bedford county, at the hospital at Roaring Springs, and the doctor believes they will live, although the mother died an hour before their birth. They are lubty babes, two girls and a boy. The boy weighs 5% pounds, one girl 4 pounds, the other 5% pounds, or 14% pounds all toldSome months ago tbe father died and last week Mrs. Gordon’s son. Arlington, a brakeman, was killed in the Pennsylvania yards here. Deeply depressed by the double bereavement, her life hung in the balance. Ten children were previously botti to her.

WILL COMBINE SOCIETIES

\ f Bodies of New York to Work Together to Avoid ' Duplication. New York. —Practically all the philanthropic agencies and societies in New York city—nearly 5,000 in num-ber-t-are to be linked together by a bureau known as the “Social Service Exchange.** The alm la to prevent duplication of effort and to make the work of each organisation more complete and effective.

ONLY PROPER REVENGE

REBUKING THE PRESUMPTION OF THE' MARRIED WOMAN. —— Too Many Seek to Probe Into the Heart Secrets of Their Less Fortunate testers, and Deserve Severe Treatment. A good many inferences might be made about her own experience In preserving the tender passion with a live husband. To write so feelingly of the preservative qualities of a dead lover naturally suggests that a living spouse gave her cause to do some cobbling at the run-down heels of sentiment. But—that did not excuse her Impertinence! Nothing gave her the right in the sight of God, man or other women; nothing excused her. A cowboy with a record for‘men he had killed finally met his match. His admiring friends were “stumped” to find an epitaph to put upon the montffhent they builded him. At last they hail, graven there in chaste and forceful simplicity, “He done hla durnedest.” I, too, faltering before the futility of language as a means of expressing just what the married woman does who asks the impertinent question, say, “She does —” It isn’t necessary to repeat the quotation. Why, the married woman who does it is a social ghoul cavorting heedlessly, wantonly, cruelly, hideously on the grave of dead hopes, gouging her question into the body of lost love! Before she married she was like other women thoroughfarers. Afterward, seated in the matrimonial automobile, she dashes headlong among the ones who still walk and knocks the very breath out of them. Apparently, she thinks the marriage machine is meant to send single pedestrians scurrying’ and dodging. Anyway, that’s the use she makes of It. x

If married women forget how it feels to be unmarried and asked why, here is telling them! It feels painful and lonely and sad. It takes sweetness and courage and an enormous amount of the good, garden variety of sense to bear up gracefully. And when Idle or thoughtloss curiosity goes digging and snaggllng and punching about in the sore and sacred places of the- heart, the suffering and the rage it creates is too awful to mention. _ What really ought to happen to these inquiring matrons is this: When one asks a maid the question, the maid should scare her into galloping hysterics by looking meaningly at her one and only husband and observing, con expressione—“The man I love is married!” The matron would THINK. Indeed, she would be thinking even while she hurriedly pleaded an engagement and piloted her husband out of the maid’s dangerous neighborhood. Possibly that is all that is needed—just to set the married interrogators thinking—to make them realize the enormity of their offense. Surely the utter violation of good taste, the inexcusable intrusion into personal affairs, the suffering they carelessly create must make them pause. If a >vlfe asks the REASON and a maid insinuates that SHE is IT, she level's the popgun of her impertiment Inquiry full in the face of another spinster. And every matron made to think —and feel a little wholesome fear, perhaps—will mean one less maid, at least, to be grilled on the hot plate of the married woman’s curiosity. / If every pretty and attractive unmarried woman would follow out this suggestion a reformation would be effected that would enable us‘ to preserve the sacredness of our memories or our pride or—our reputations! It’s worth trying!—New York Press.

What It Comes To.

Dr. Harvey W. Wiley told in an address in Washington a story apropos of food adulteration. “There was a man,’’ he said, “who manufactured so-called silver spoons. A dealer , bought largely from him, but was always clamoring for a lower price. “ ‘But I can’t lower the price,’ the mryxffaCturer would say, ‘unless I put in more lead.’ “ ‘All right—more lead, by all means.' This the dealer reply. “The other week the dealer wired that he'would take an enormous consignment of spoons if the price were cut a further ten per cent “ ‘I can’t cut the price another penny,’ the manufacturer wired back. “ ‘Put in more lead,’ wired the dealer. \ . * “‘lmpossible,* was the manufacturer's reply. ‘Last lot I shipped you were all lead.* “ x

No Change.

They had parted years ago. Now, in the deepening shadows of Scotland’s twilight thdy met again. “Here be the old stile, Annie,” ha said. “Aye; and here be our initials that you carved, John,** she replied. The ensuing silence was only broken by the buazing of an aviator overhead. Honey-laden memories thrilled through the twilight and flushed their glowing cheeks. “Ah, Annie,” exclaimed John, suddenly selxlng- her fair, slim hand, “ye’re jist as beautiful as ye ever were, an* I hae never forgotten ye. my bonnle lass!” “And ye, John," she cried, whllA her blue een moistened “are jist as big a leetr as ever, an’ I believe y/» jist the samei”