When I was admitted to the house of Gregory Vincent, I was surprised by its magnificence. It has been said that there are few palaces in Europe that compare in comfort and luxury with a first class New York mansion. I have never been in a palace, and Mr. Vincent's house was the only aristocratic house which I had had an opportunity to view. But I am prepared to indorse the remark. I handed my card to the liveried servant who opened the door. "Dr. Fenwick," he repeated. "Yes, sir; you are expected." He led me upstairs into an elegant library, or sitting-room and library "Good-morning, doctor," he said. "I am glad to see you. You see that I am in the grasp of my old enemy." "We will try to rout him," I said, cheerfully. "That sounds well, and encourages me. Do you know, Dr. Fenwick, that without any special reason I feel great confidence in you. You are a young man, probably not more than half as old as my regular physician, but he has not been able to do me any good." "And I hope to be able to do so." "I suppose you have had experience in such cases?" "Yes, I have an old aunt who had suffered untold tortures from rheumatism. She put herself under my charge, and for her sake I made an extensive study of rheumatic cases and remedies." "Well?" he asked, eagerly. "I finally cured her. It is now three years since she has had a twinge." "Good! My instinct was correct. That gives me hopes of success under your charge. Don't be afraid to lose your patient by effecting a speedy cure. I will make you a promise. When you have so far cured me that I am free from rheumatic pains for three months, I will hand you a check for a thousand dollars." "A thousand dollars!" I repeated with sparkling eyes. "That will indeed be an inducement." "Of course I shall pay you your regular fees besides." I could hardly credit my good fortune. I was like one who had just received intelligence that I had drawn a large sum in the lottery. I determined to win the promised check if there was any chance. I began to question Mr. Vincent as to his trouble. I found that it was a case of rheumatic gout. A difficult case, but I wished to ask some questions, but he forestalled them. "I have no wife," he said. "I was left a widower many years ago. My niece and myself constitute our whole family." "Don't you feel lonely at times?" I asked. "Yes. My niece has her friends, suited to one of her age, but little company for me. If I had a nephew now—like yourself—it would cheer me up and give me a new interest in life." "I wish you were my uncle," I said to myself. "I am an old man, but I have great interest in young company. I think it was that that drew me toward you at Patti's concert. When I learned that you were a physician I saw that I could make it worth your while to call on an old man. I hope you are not a very busy man." "Not yet," I answered, guardedly. I felt that it would be unwise to let him know how far from a busy man I was. "Then you will be able to call upon me every day." "I will do so gladly, but it will not be necessary—from a medical point of view." "No matter! I shall be glad to have you come, and of course I pay for your time. It will be an advantage, no doubt, to have your patient under constant observation." "That is true." "Now I won't put you to the trouble of keeping an account of your visits. I will agree to pay you twenty-five dollars a week if that will be satisfactory." Twenty-five dollars a week! Why I scarcely made that sum in fees in a month. "It is more than I should think of charging," I said, frankly. "Then it is satisfactory. Your money When I left the house I felt as if I had suddenly come into a fortune. Now I could see my way clear. The little stock of money which still remained to me would suffer no further diminution. On the contrary, I should be able to add to it. It is said that there comes to every man once in his life a chance to succeed. Apparently mine had come to me, and this chance had come to me through the Disagreeable Woman. |