American fiction -- 19th century; Dime novels; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Popular literature
“So careless and fearless had I become in my career as a physician,
that I felt no alarm at his proposition. I carelessly assented, and
accompanied him to the corner, where I found a fine horse and buggy
waiting for us as he had said. He sprung in and he drove rapidly to the
outskirts of the town, when I, being weary of the silence maintained by
my companion, inquired the name of the person I was called to attend.
“To my surprise, the man replied in a cool, quiet voice, as if there
were nothing strange in what he was saying:
“‘That is a secret, Dr. Anthony, and must remain so.’
“Nothing like this had ever occurred to me in my professional
experience. I was indignant at this answer. I did not choose to bestow
my medical skill upon a patient who thus withheld confidence from me. I
told him so rather hotly.
“My companion, who was evidently a gentleman, laughed easily.
“‘Tut, tut,’ he said, ‘all physicians can relate instances of
mysterious cases.’ This was one of them. My services were needed,
and no harm would befall me, while at the same time I should be most
liberally rewarded, but the lady’s name must remain unknown to me,
as also the place of her residence. ‘For which reason, doctor,’ he
continued, in the same cool, quiet, gentlemanly voice, and producing
a large handkerchief, ‘I shall be compelled to blindfold you for the
balance of the distance.’
“His cool masterful tone irritated me exceedingly. I answered quickly
that I would not submit to such terms--that he must employ other advice
for the case; I would not attend.
“‘I will have nothing to do with a mystery,’ I said. ‘All must be fair
and open, or I will not attend.’
“He laughed at first, and tried to persuade me; but, finding that I was
resolute, and insisted on being let out of the buggy, he became angry.
“‘Your unreasonable mood forces me to a rash alternative,’ he said. ‘I
am obliged to compel your obedience.’
“I felt the cold muzzle of a pistol pressed against my cheek. I was
myself unarmed and powerless.
“‘Attempt to get out, and you are a dead man!’ he said. ‘You have no
resource but to obey me. If you are a wise man, you will permit me to
tie this bandage over your eyes, and to go on without further parley.’
“I am not a coward, Miss Rodney--I hope you will not form that opinion
of me,” continued the handsome young physician, “but I flatter myself
that I possess a modicum of common-sense. I found myself in the power
of a desperate man, and I considered that my best plan would be to
yield to his will; besides, there was a spice of romance in the affair
that appealed to the imaginative part of me. I made a virtue of
necessity, and accompanied my stern companion, though I must confess
that my anger rose when he bound the handkerchief about my unwilling
eyes. The darkness of the night was so dense that he might have spared
me that inconvenience.”
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