CHAPTER XVII.

MY RICH PATIENT.

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

combined. Here sat my acquaintance of the evening before, with his foot

swathed in bandages and resting on a chair, while he was seated in a

cosy arm-chair.

"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 very similar to that of

my aunt. I resolved to try the same treatment with him.

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 will be paid you at the end of

every week."

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.

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