Jerome, A Poor Man: A NovelFreeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
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Jerome, A Poor Man: A Novel
Freeman, Mary Eleanor Wilkins
New England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
"We run over this little fellar," he said to Jerome, when he had been
summoned to the door, "an' his leg's broke, an' the doctor told me
I'd better finish him up; guess he's astray; but"--Jake's voice
dropped to a whisper--"I've heard what you're up to, an' I've brought
a splint, an', if you say so, I'll show you how to set a bone."
So up in his little chamber, with his mother and Elmira listening
curiously below, and a little whining, trembling dog for a patient,
Jerome learned to set a bone. His first surgical case was nearly a
complete success, moreover, for the little dog abode with him for
many a year after that, and went nimbly and merrily on his four legs,
with scarcely a limp.
Later on, Jake Noyes, this time with Jerome himself as illustration,
gave him a lesson in bleeding and cupping, which was considered
indispensable in the ordinary practice of that day. "Dun'no' what the
doctor would say," Jake Noyes told Jerome, "an' I dun'no' as I much
care, but I'd jest as soon ye'd keep it dark. Rows ain't favorable to
the action of the heart, actin' has too powerful stimulants in most
cases, an' I had an uncle on my mother's side that dropped dead. But
I feel as if the doctor had ground the face of the poor about long
enough; it's about time somebody dulled his grindstone a little. He's
just foreclosed that last mortgage on John Upham's place, an' they've
got to move. Mind ye, J'rome, I ain't sayin' this to anybody but you,
an' I wouldn't say it to you if I didn't think mebbe you could do
something to right what he'd done wrong. If he won't do it himself,
somebody ought to for him. Tell ye what 'tis, J'rome, one way an'
another, I think considerable of the doctor. I've lived with him a
good many years now. I've got some books I'll let ye take any time. I
calculate you mean to do your doctorin' cheap."
"Cheap!" replied Jerome, scornfully. "Do you think I would take any
pay for anything I could do? Do you think _that's_ what I'm after?"
Jake Noyes nodded. "Didn't s'pose it was, J'rome. Well, there'll be
lots of things you can't meddle with; but there's no reason why you
can't doctor lots of little ails--if folks are willin'--an' save 'em
money. I'll learn ye all I know, on the doctor's account. I want it
to balance as even as he thinks it does."
The result of it all was that Jerome Edwards became a sort of free
medical adviser to many who were too poor to pay a doctor's fees, and
had enough confidence in him. Some held strenuously to the opinion
that "he knew as much as if he'd studied medicine." He was in
requisition many of the hours when he was free from his shoemaker's
bench; and never in the Uphams was there a sick man needing a watcher
who did not beg for Jerome Edwards.
Chapter XIX
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