The Faith Doctor

Part 1

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THE

FAITH DOCTOR

A STORY OF NEW YORK

EDWARD EGGLESTON AUTHOR OF THE HOOSIER SCHOOLMASTER, ROXY, ETC.

THIRD EDITION

NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1891

COPYRIGHT, 1891, BY EDWARD EGGLESTON.

All rights reserved.

PREFACE.

Though there is no life that I know more intimately and none that I have known for so long a period as that of New York, the present story is the first in which I have essayed to depict phases of the complex society of the metropolis. I use the word society in its general, not in its narrow sense, for in no country has the merely "society novel" less reason for being than in ours.

The prevailing interest in mind-cure, faith-cure, Christian science, and other sorts of aërial therapeutics has supplied a motive for this story, and it is only proper that I should feel a certain gratitude to the advocates of the new philosophy. But the primary purpose of this novel is artistic, not polemical. The book was not written to depreciate anybody's valued delusions, but to make a study of human nature under certain modern conditions. In one age men cure diseases by potable gold and strengthen their faith by a belief in witches, in another they substitute animal magnetism and adventism. Within the memory of those of us who are not yet old, the religious fervor of millenarianism and the imitation science of curative mesmerism gave way to spirit-rappings and clairvoyant medical treatment. Now spiritism in all its forms is passing into decay, only to leave the field free to mind-doctors and faith-healers. There is nothing for it but to wait for the middle ages to pass; when modern times arrive, there will be more criticism and less credulity, let us hope.

The propositions put into the mouth of Miss Bowyer, though they sound like burlesque, are taken almost verbatim from the writings of those who claim to be expounders of Christian science. While Miss Bowyer was drawn more closely from an original than is usual in fictitious writing, I am well aware that there are professors of Christian science much superior to her. There are, indeed, souls who are the victims of their own generous enthusiasm; and it grieves me that, in treating the subject with fidelity and artistic truthfulness, I must give pain to many of the best--to some whose friendship I hold dear.

For the idea of a novel on the present theme I am indebted to an unpublished short story entitled An Irregular Practitioner, by Miss Anne Steger Winston, which came under my eye three or four years ago. I secured the transfer to me of Miss Winston's rights in the subject, and, though I have not followed the lines of her story, it gives me pleasure to acknowledge my obligation to her for the suggestion of a motive without which this novel would not have had existence.

For the comfort of the reader, let me add that the name Phillida should be accented on the first syllable, and pronounced with the second vowel short.

JOSHUA'S ROCK ON LAKE GEORGE, September, 1891.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER PAGE

I. THE ORIGIN OF A MAN OF FASHION 7 II. THE EVOLUTION OF A SOCIETY MAN 19 III. A SPONTANEOUS PEDIGREE 29 IV. THE BANK OF MANHADOES 37 V. THE ARRIVAL OF THE HILBROUGHS 55 VI. PHILLIDA CALLENDER 69 VII. THE LION SOIRÉE 91 VIII. IN AVENUE C 110 IX. WASHINGTON SQUARE AND ELSEWHERE 120 X. BROKEN RESOLVES 132 XI. IN THE PARK 144 XII. PHILIP 155 XIII. MRS. FRANKLAND 162 XIV. MRS. FRANKLAND AND PHILLIDA 176 XV. TWO WAYS 185 XVI. A SÉANCE AT MRS. VAN HORNE'S 193 XVII. A FAITH CURE 201 XVIII. FAITH-DOCTOR AND LOVER 208 XIX. PROOF POSITIVE 213 XX. DIVISIONS 225 XXI. MRS. HILBROUGH'S INFORMATION 232 XXII. WINTER STRAWBERRIES 242 XXIII. A SHINING EXAMPLE 249 XXIV. THE PARTING 256 XXV. MRS. FRANKLAND'S REPENTANCE 266 XXVI. ELEANOR ARABELLA BOWYER 280 XXVII. A BAD CASE 294 XXVIII. DR. BESWICK'S OPINION 302 XXIX. MILLARD AND RUDOLPH 314 XXX. PHILLIDA AND PHILIP 321 XXXI. A CASE OF BELIEF IN DIPHTHERIA 332 XXXII. FACE TO FACE 345 XXXIII. A FAMOUS VICTORY 352 XXXIV. DOCTORS AND LOVERS 364 XXXV. PHILLIDA AND HER FRIENDS 374 XXXVI. MRS. BESWICK 383 XXXVII. DR. GUNSTONE'S DIAGNOSIS 388 XXXVIII. PHILIP'S CONFESSION 398 XXXIX. PHILIP IMPROVES AN OPPORTUNITY 407 XL. THE RESTORATION 415 XLI. AS YOU LIKE IT 422

THE FAITH DOCTOR.

THE ORIGIN OF A MAN OF FASHION.

It was the opinion of a good many people that Charles Millard was "something of a dude." But such terms are merely relative; every fairly dressed man is a dude to somebody. There are communities in this free land of ours in which the wearing of a coat at dinner is a most disreputable mark of dudism.

That Charles Millard was accounted a dude was partly Nature's fault. If not handsome, he was at least fine-looking, and what connoisseurs in human exteriors call stylish. Put him into a shad-bellied drab and he would still have retained traces of dudishness; a Chatham street outfit could hardly have unduded him. With eyes so luminous and expressive in a face so masculine, with shoulders so well carried, a chest so deep, and legs so perfectly proportioned and so free from any deviation from the true line of support, Millard had temptations to cultivate natural gifts.

There was a notion prevalent among Millard's acquaintances that one so versed in the lore and so deft in the arts of society must belong to a family of long standing; the opinion was held, indeed, by pretty much everybody except Millard himself. His acquaintance with people of distinction, and his ready access to whatever was deemed desirable in New York, were thought to indicate some hereditary patent to social privilege. Millard had, indeed, lines of ancestors as long as the longest, and, so far as they could be traced, his forefathers were honest and industrious people, mostly farmers. Nor were they without distinction: one of his grandfathers enjoyed for years the felicity of writing "J. P." after his name; another is remembered as an elder in the little Dutch Reformed Church at Hamburg Four Corners. But Charley Millard did not boast of these lights of his family, who would hardly have availed him in New York. Nor did he boast of anything, indeed; his taste was too fastidious for self-assertion of the barefaced sort. But if people persisted in fitting him out with an imaginary pedigree, just to please their own sense of congruity, why should he feel obliged to object to an amusement so harmless?

Charles Millard was the son of a farmer who lived near the village of Cappadocia in the State of New York. When Charley was but twelve years old his father sold his farm and then held what was called in the country a "vendoo," at which he sold "by public outcry" his horses, cows, plows, and pigs. With his capital thus released he bought a miscellaneous store in the village, in order that his boys "might have a better chance in the world." This change was brought about by the discovery on the part of Charley's father that his brother, a commission merchant in New York, "made more in a week than a farmer could make in a year." From this time Charley, when not in school, busied himself behind the counter, or in sweeping out the store, with no other feeling than that sweeping store, measuring calico, and drawing molasses were employments more congenial to his tastes and less hard on good clothes than hoeing potatoes or picking hops. Two years after his removal to the village the father of Charley Millard died, and the store, which had not been very successful, was sold to another. Charley left the counter to take a course in the high school, doing odd jobs in the mean while.

When young Millard was eighteen years old he came into what was a great fortune in village eyes. His father's more fortunate brother, who had amassed money as a dealer in country produce in Washington street, New York, died, leaving the profits of all his years of toil over eggs and butter, Bermuda potatoes and baskets of early tomatoes, to his two nephews, Charley Millard and Charley's elder brother, Richard. After the lawyers, the surrogate, the executor, and the others had taken each his due allowance out of it, there may have been fifty or seventy-five thousand dollars apiece left for the two young men. Just how much it was the village people never knew, for Charley was not prone to talk of his own affairs, and Dick spent his share before he fairly had time to calculate what it amounted to. When Richard had seen the last of his money, and found himself troubled by small debts, he simplified matters by executing a "mysterious disappearance," dropping out of sight of his old associates as effectually as though he had slipped into some cosmical crack. Charley, though nominally subject to a guardian, managed his own affairs, husbanded his money, paid Dick's debts, and contrived to take up the bank stock and other profitable securities that his brother had hypothecated. He lived with his mother till she died, and then he found himself at twenty-one with money enough to keep him at ease, and with no family duty but that which his mother had laid upon him of finding the recreant Dick if possible, and helping him to some reputable employment--again if possible.

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