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Show Dr, Higgins A GREAT old doctor was he. He early cut loose from the ethics of the code -which hedges doctors about and forbids them irom advertising ad-vertising what they are or what they believe they are, and was thenceforth under a professional profes-sional ban. But that neither humiliated nor discouraged dis-couraged him. He still had left his Prince Albert coat, his whiskers, the cheek beneath the whiskers, whis-kers, a professional education and below all a courage that could not be bluffed. When he first came to this city, the city was crude in more ways than one. A band of Utes came down Main street and one of them was wearing a white woman's scalp as was evident from the long, silky brown hair. The doctor saw it and in a transport of rage seized it and snatched it from the savage, at the same time hurling invectives at the red murderer mur-derer more terrible than a surgeon's scalpel. The Indians were here under a safe conduct from the authorities. The disturbance brought the police the police in those days were all saints, but not all angels, and they intimated to the doctor that he must go slow. Then he turned from the savages sav-ages and launched his anathemas at the police. Bystanders intervened and drew the doctor away, but the incident could not bo referred to in his presence for years after without an outburst of fury. The doctor loved high-stepping standard-bred horses; in his younger days he always had three or four of them and they were one of his pleasures pleas-ures and his advertisements. The best side of him was his love for children. He was wont to stake them with money for goody-goodies goody-goodies and gave a band of them horned-toads, stuffed serpents, birds and lizards, to start a museum. He had some very deep sorrows in his life. Sorrows that would have driven some men to desperation, but he hid them in his own heart and smiled as usual at the outside world. Many who knew him well did not know his deeper nature, na-ture, how public-spirited, how good a neighbor, how true a patriot he was, or how much he loved his friends. It is a comfort to think that his passing was painless and to hope that the sleep that has come to him will not be vexed by one disturbing vision, but that should a vision come it will be or a Drosky with gilded bow, a toppy buckskin steed in the center with bay and black yoke-mates. |