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account of the local mixture of politics and jalap。 Andy had just got
in on the train that morning。 He was pretty low himself； and was going
to canvass the whole town for a few dollars to build a new battleship
by popular subscription at Eureka Springs。 So we went out and sat on
the porch and talked it over。
〃The next morning at eleven o'clock when I was sitting there alone； an
Uncle Tom shuffles into the hotel and asked for the doctor to come and
see Judge Banks； who； it seems； was the mayor and a mighty sick man。
〃'I'm no doctor；' says I。 'Why don't you go and get the doctor？'
〃'Boss；' says he。 'Doc Hoskins am done gone twenty miles in de country
to see some sick persons。 He's de only doctor in de town； and Massa
Banks am powerful bad off。 He sent me to ax you to please； suh； come。'
〃'As man to man；' says I； 'I'll go and look him over。' So I put a
bottle of Resurrection Bitters in my pocket and goes up on the hill to
the mayor's mansion； the finest house in town； with a mannered roof
and two cast iron dogs on the lawn。
〃This Mayor Banks was in bed all but his whiskers and feet。 He was
making internal noises that would have had everybody in San Francisco
hiking for the parks。 A young man was standing by the bed holding a
cup of water。
〃'Doc；' says the Mayor； 'I'm awful sick。 I'm about to die。 Can't you
do nothing for me？'
〃'Mr。 Mayor；' says I； 'I'm not a regular preordained disciple of S。 Q。
Lapius。 I never took a course in a medical college；' says I。 'I've
just come as a fellow man to see if I could be off assistance。'
〃'I'm deeply obliged；' says he。 'Doc Waugh…hoo； this is my nephew； Mr。
Biddle。 He has tried to alleviate my distress； but without success。
Oh； Lordy！ Ow…ow…ow！！' he sings out。
〃I nods at Mr。 Biddle and sets down by the bed and feels the mayor's
pulse。 'Let me see your liveryour tongue； I mean；' says I。 Then I
turns up the lids of his eyes and looks close that the pupils of 'em。
〃'How long have you been sick？' I asked。
〃'I was taken downow…ouchlast night；' says the Mayor。 'Gimme
something for it； doc； won't you？'
〃'Mr。 Fiddle；' says I； 'raise the window shade a bit； will you？'
〃'Biddle；' says the young man。 'Do you feel like you could eat some
ham and eggs； Uncle James？'
〃'Mr。 Mayor；' says I； after laying my ear to his right shoulder blade
and listening； 'you've got a bad attack of super…inflammation of the
right clavicle of the harpsichord！'
〃'Good Lord！' says he； with a groan； 'Can't you rub something on it；
or set it or anything？'
〃I picks up my hat and starts for the door。
〃'You ain't going； doc？' says the Mayor with a howl。 'You ain't going
away and leave me to die with thissuperfluity of the clapboards； are
you？'
〃'Common humanity； Dr。 Whoa…ha；' says Mr。 Biddle； 'ought to prevent
your deserting a fellow…human in distress。'
〃'Dr。 Waugh…hoo； when you get through plowing；' says I。 And then I
walks back to the bed and throws back my long hair。
〃'Mr。 Mayor；' says I； 'there is only one hope for you。 Drugs will do
you no good。 But there is another power higher yet； although drugs are
high enough；' says I。
〃'And what is that？' says he。
〃'Scientific demonstrations；' says I。 'The triumph of mind over
sarsaparilla。 The belief that there is no pain and sickness except
what is produced when we ain't feeling well。 Declare yourself in
arrears。 Demonstrate。'
〃'What is this paraphernalia you speak of； Doc？' says the Mayor。 'You
ain't a Socialist； are you？'
〃'I am speaking；' says I； 'of the great doctrine of psychic
financieringof the enlightened school of long…distance； sub…
conscientious treatment of fallacies and meningitisof that wonderful
in…door sport known as personal magnetism。'
〃'Can you work it； doc？' asks the Mayor。
〃'I'm one of the Sole Sanhedrims and Ostensible Hooplas of the Inner
Pulpit；' says I。 'The lame talk and the blind rubber whenever I make a
pass at 'em。 I am a medium； a coloratura hypnotist and a spirituous
control。 It was only through me at the recent seances at Ann Arbor
that the late president of the Vinegar Bitters Company could revisit
the earth to communicate with his sister Jane。 You see me peddling
medicine on the street；' says I； 'to the poor。 I don't practice
personal magnetism on them。 I do not drag it in the dust；' says I；
'because they haven't got the dust。'
〃'Will you treat my case？' asks the Mayor。
〃'Listen；' says I。 'I've had a good deal of trouble with medical
societies everywhere I've been。 I don't practice medicine。 But； to
save your life； I'll give you the psychic treatment if you'll agree as
mayor not to push the license question。'
〃'Of course I will；' says he。 'And now get to work； doc； for them
pains are coming on again。'
〃'My fee will be 250。00； cure guaranteed in two treatments；' says I。
〃'All right；' says the Mayor。 'I'll pay it。 I guess my life's worth
that much。'
〃I sat down by the bed and looked him straight in the eye。
〃'Now；' says I； 'get your mind off the disease。 You ain't sick。 You
haven't got a heart or a clavicle or a funny bone or brains or
anything。 You haven't got any pain。 Declare error。 Now you feel the
pain that you didn't have leaving； don't you？'
〃'I do feel some little better； doc；' says the Mayor； 'darned if I
don't。 Now state a few lies about my not having this swelling in my
left side； and I think I could be propped up and have some sausage and
buckwheat cakes。'
〃I made a few passes with my hands。
〃'Now；' says I； 'the inflammation's gone。 The right lobe of the
perihelion has subsided。 You're getting sleepy。 You can't hold your
eyes open any longer。 For the present the disease is checked。 Now； you
are asleep。'
〃The Mayor shut his eyes slowly and began to snore。
〃'You observe； Mr。 Tiddle；' says I； 'the wonders of modern science。'
〃'Biddle；' says he； 'When will you give uncle the rest of the
treatment； Dr。 Pooh…pooh？'
〃'Waugh…hoo；' says I。 'I'll come back at eleven to…morrow。 When he
wakes up give him eight drops of turpentine and three pounds of steak。
Good morning。'
〃The next morning I was back on time。 'Well； Mr。 Riddle；' says I； when
he opened the bedroom door； 'and how is uncle this morning？'
〃'He seems much better；' says the young man。
〃The mayor's color and pulse was fine。 I gave him another treatment；
and he said the last of the pain left him。
〃'Now；' says I； 'you'd better stay in bed for a day or two； and you'll
be all right。 It's a good thing I happened to be in Fisher Hill； Mr。
Mayor；' says I； 'for all the remedies in the cornucopia that the
regular schools of medicine use couldn't have saved you。 And now that
error has flew and pain proved a perjurer； let's allude to a
cheerfuller subjectsay the fee of 250。 No checks； please； I hate to
write my name on the back of a check almost as bad as I do on the
front。'
〃'I've got the cash here；' says the mayor； pulling a pocket book from
under his pillow。
〃He counts out five fifty…dollar notes and holds 'em in his hand。
〃'Bring the receipt；' he says to Biddle。
〃I signed the receipt and the mayor handed me the money。 I put it in
my inside pocket careful。
〃'Now do your duty； officer；' says the mayor； grinning much unlike a
sick man。
〃Mr。 Biddle lays his hand on my arm。
〃'You're under arrest； Dr。 Waugh…hoo； alias Peters；' says he； 'for
practising medicine without authority under the State law。'
〃'Who are you？' I asks。
〃'I'll tell you who he is；' says Mr。 Mayor； sitting up in bed。 'He's a
detective employed by the State Medical Society。 He's been following
you over five counties。 He came to me yesterday and we fixed up this
scheme to catch you。 I guess you won't do any more doctoring around
these parts； Mr。 Fakir。 What was it you said I had； doc？' the mayor
laughs； 'compoundwell； it wasn't softening of the brain； I guess；
anyway。'
〃'A detective；' says I。
〃'Correct；' says Biddle。 'I'll have to turn you over to the sheriff。'
〃'Let's see you do it；' says I； and I grabs Biddle by the throat and
half throws him out the window； but he pulls a gun and sticks it under
my chin； and I stand still。 Then he puts handcuffs on me； and takes
the money out of my pocket。
〃'I witness；' says he； 'that they're the same bank bills that you and
I marked； Judge Banks。 I'll turn them over to the sheriff when we get
to his office； and he'll send you a receipt。 They'll have to be used
as evidence in the case。'
〃'All right； Mr。 Biddle；' says the mayor。 'And now； Doc Waugh…hoo；' he
goes on； 'why don't you demonstrate？ Can't you pull the cork out of
your magnetism with your teeth and hocus…pocus them handcuffs off？'
〃'Come on； officer；' says I； dignified。 'I may as well make the best
of it。' And then I turns to old Banks and rattles my chains。
〃'Mr。 Mayor；' says I； 'the time will come soon when you'll believe
that personal magnetism is a success。 And you'll be sure that it
succeeded in this case； too。'
〃And I guess it did。
〃When we got nearly to the gate； I says： 'We might meet somebody now；
Andy。 I reckon you better take 'em off； and' Hey？ Why； of course it
was Andy Tucker。 That was his scheme； and that's how we got the
capital to go into business together。〃
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