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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 18, 1913, Image 19

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America for refuge, after their chil
dren, fathers, mothers, friends, had
been slaughtered before their eyes.
Among these had been Arnheim, then
a poor lad with a penchant for medi
cine which he could not gratify until
he reached the free shores of Amer
ica. That, perhaps, explained the
doctor's gruff ness; but how was
Basilieff to know that?
The consul got out of his carriage
and entered the house in which the
doctor liyed. The door was always
open. Through it that day had pass
ed two hundred of the poor, whom
Arnheim treated with impartial kind
ness, When the consul sought to pass
into his office an attendant politely
restrained him.
"Say that I am M. Basilieff, his im
perial majesty's consul here," ex
claimed the visitor angrily.
"Everybody must take his turn,"
replied the attendant suavely.
Because he loved his daughter
more than his pride, M. Basilieff
stewed in the anteroom for two long
hours, while those who were waiting
passed in before him. At last, when
his turn came.she was shown in. Doc
tor Arnheim, hland, civil, but sharp,
bade him sit down.
Almost humbly for he recognized
that here his rank availed him noth
ing the consul complied, and soon
he was describing his daughter's ill
ness as though the East Side doctor
were one of the imperial physicians
of the court. Arnheim listened in si
lence. "When can you come?" pleaded
the consul.
"Now," answered Arnheim.
After dismissing his patients, Arn
heim led the way out of the house
and stepped into the consul's auto
mobile. Twenty minutes later the
two men were standing in the room
where the sick girl lay. Around her
were grouped the famous physicians,
nelpless in the presence of this rare
iiisease. The consul left Arnheim and
nt back to his library.
'Jack and forth he paced again,
waiting for the verdict. But he was
in a different mood now, for his ex
periences of the past three hours had
humbled him, and for the first time
he had begun to realize that human
ity is greater than the stamp it bears.
When at last the doctors entered
again he came forward almost hum
bly to meet them; and instead of his
old, arrogant demeanor, there was
submissivenesa in his inquiry:
"She will live," said Arnheim
quietly. ' ,
It was explained that the operation
would' have to be performed almost
immediately. Arrangements were
made for this to be done in the con
sul's house. After that, while Olga
hovered between life and death, Arn
heim was almost an inmate of the
consul's house.
At last the day arrived when the
crisis was past, -and the consul took
Arnheim by the hands and, in Rus
sian fashion," kissed him on either
"I do not know how to thank you
or to remunerate you, except with
thanks and gratitude," he said. "But
you must name your fee, Doctor Arn
heim. No matter what you ask, it
shall be yours." His eyes filled with
tears. "My daughter is all I have in
the world," he said. "If"ydu have a
child, Doctor Arnheim but you are
a bachelor, I understand."
"A widower," said Arnheim. "Well,
M. Basilieff, since you wish to re
munerate me as best you can, let
there be no fee in this case."
The consul was almost indignant.
"But you must certainly accept
compensation for your work," he
said. "Putting the matter upon the
lowest plane, you have lost a good
many patients and have given me
much of your valuable time. You
must be remunerated'
"I have been remunerated," replied
the doctor, and the change'ln his ex
pression was so startling that the
consul looked at him in amazement,
"Do you remember the massacre'
at Minsk sixteen years ago, Mr. Basi-

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