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The Doctors Story

by Judge Clark


I had just returned from a late visit to a patient, and was glancing over a note left in my absence, when the night bell rang.

It was past eleven o’clock, and the office-boy being gone, I tossed aside the note and went to the door, where I found a dark-featured man who wished me to go to the bedside of a wounded friend.

I took down my surgical case, and accompanied the stranger to the street.

The latter called a hack from the next corner.

“It’s a long way to walk,” he explained, “and the moments are precious.”

As I took my seat inside, he gave the driver his instructions which I failed to overhear, and then took his place at my side.

“I trust you will pardon me,” he said, when we had… Read More