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A SICK-BED CONFESSION. 191 a louder key, and with audible impatience, that he vouchsafed the desired details, and related, with much self-complacency, the various measures he had adopted to rescue the sick man from the jaws of death. Max listened rather disdainfully. “My respected colleague, you might have done better,” said, he, in his rough, outspoken way. “I don’t approve of violent remedies. I never have re- course tu them in slight cases, but let nature act, doing what | can to assist her.” | “But this was nota slight case,” cried the little doctor, who, in spite of his mild temper, was begin- ning togetangry. “I tell you, your condition was a most precarious one. It is so still, indeed, as you will find when this momentary excitement is over.” “ And I tell you that Iam doing very well,” cried Max, still louder; “and that there is not the small- est prospect of any danger. I am a decided op- ponent of this method of treatment. I consider it useless, injurious even. You may thank God that my robust constitution has held out under these experiments, otherwise you would have had the death of a brother practitioner on your conscience.” Dr. Berndt grew purple with indignation. “T follow the method of my friend, Dr. , Pro- fessor of Therapeutics, and consulting physician to his excellency. The professor is one of our first authorities. He holds a most important position in the university here, and his system is attended with marvelous success.” The little doctor raised his mild voice to as loud and shrill a pitch as possible, but in vain, for Max with his strong lungs quite overpowered him. “T don’t carea rap for the Professor of Thera- peutics. We have far greater authorities at our university of Z——, and our success is infinitely more marvelous. But wedonotcling to tradition and routine, like you gentlemen here in this patriarchal R——.” Hereupon the two medical men fell into a _ profes- sional dispute, which grew so violent that Frau Christine hurried in from the next room in alarm. Eomichboo “S (E(0)