. Stories of a country doctor . pts at lofty flights, but in the simplest and plainest Consultations and The Code. 317 ^i^-^ of human speech, he told the Lord of the wants of thewidow and the orphans, called him Heavenly Parentand Beloved Father, and with his simple speech, ten-der pathos and strong faith, lifted us all up to thePearly Gates. The stricken ones seemed to be soothed by theprayer and ceased their loud wailings. Just as the Deacon said Amen, there came a sud-den -jverturning of something at the top of the stairs, a wild exclama-tion, and thenr u m p i t y,b u m p i t y,bump, bump,
. Stories of a country doctor . pts at lofty flights, but in the simplest and plainest Consultations and The Code. 317 ^i^-^ of human speech, he told the Lord of the wants of thewidow and the orphans, called him Heavenly Parentand Beloved Father, and with his simple speech, ten-der pathos and strong faith, lifted us all up to thePearly Gates. The stricken ones seemed to be soothed by theprayer and ceased their loud wailings. Just as the Deacon said Amen, there came a sud-den -jverturning of something at the top of the stairs, a wild exclama-tion, and thenr u m p i t y,b u m p i t y,bump, bump,b u m p i t y,bump —swash-h-h-h. Thelast soundedas if some onewas swabbinga Krupp gunwith a Dutchpeddier. There, said my friend, the old doctor has fal-len down stairs. I seized the lamp and ran into the little parlor andthere found Old Pill Garlic on his knees and lefthand while he felt out in a spasmodic and uncertain waywith his right for something in front of him. I saw ablack object on the floor, thought it was a cat and. I SAW THAT HIS HEAD SHONE LIKE A LOCOMO-TIVE HEADLIGHT. 3i8 Consultations and The Code. kicked it. Then turning the light full upon the doctorI saw that his head shone like a locomotive knew then that the black object was his wig. Ipicked it up, and, having a light in the other hand, I putit on hind part before. When the doctor arose he had bangs clear down tohis eyes, and he turned around like a blind horse threetimes before he got his wig straight. I asked if he was hurt much. Oh, no, no, said he, in a way that indicated thathe was in the habit of falling down stairs just for theexercise it gave him. We soon had the wig straightened, however, and,bidding all good-bye, I took tiie train for home withinan hour. I was so impressed with the sorrows of thefamily and the deacon^s prayer that Old Pill Garlicstumble did not seem amusing or ridiculous. In fact itmade so slight an impression on me that I forgot it. Six months afterward a facetious f
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