Doctor Therne: Chapter 7

Chapter 7

CROSSING THE RUBICON

My appearance as an expert before the Royal Commission gave me
considerable importance in the eyes of a large section of the
inhabitants of Dunchester. It was not the wealthiest or most influential
section indeed, although in it were numbered some rich and powerful men.
Once again I found myself with a wide and rapidly increasing practice,
and an income that was sufficient for my needs. Mankind suffers from
many ailments besides that of smallpox, indeed in Dunchester this
question of the value of vaccination was at that time purely academical,
as except for an occasional case there had been no outbreak of smallpox
for years. Now, as I have said, I was a master of my trade, and soon
proved myself competent to deal skilfully with such illnesses, surgical
or medical, as I was called upon to treat. Thus my practice grew,
especially among the small tradespeople and artisans, who did not belong
to clubs, but preferred to pay for a doctor in whom they had confidence.

Three years and more had gone by since that night on which I sat
opposite to a wine-glass full of poison and was the prey of visions,
when once again I received a call from Stephen Strong. With this
good-hearted, though misguided man, and his amiable, but weak-minded
wife, I had kept up an intimacy that in time ripened into genuine
friendship. On every Sunday night, and sometimes oftener, I took supper
with them, and discussed with Mrs. Strong the important questions of our
descent from the lost Tribes and whether or no the lupus from which she
suffered was the result of vaccination in infancy.

Owing to a press of patients, to whom I was obliged to attend, I was not
able to receive Mr. Strong for nearly half an hour.

"Things are a bit different from what they used to be, doctor," he said
as he entered the room looking much the same as ever, with the exception
that now even his last hairs had gone, leaving him completely bald,
"there's six more of them waiting there, and all except one can pay a
fee. Yes, the luck has turned for you since you were called in to attend
cobbler Samuels' children, and you haven't seen the top of it yet, I can
tell you. Now, what do you think I have come to see you about?"

"Can't say. I give it up."

"Then I will tell you. You saw in yesterday's paper that old brewer
Hicks, the member for Dunchester, has been raised to the peerage. I
understand he told the Government that if they kept him waiting any
longer he would stop his subscription to the party funds, and as that's
5000 pounds a year, they gave in, believing the seat to be a safe one.
But that's just where they make their mistake, for if we get the right
man the Rads will win."

"And who is the right man?"

"James Therne, Esq., M.D.," he answered quietly.

"What on earth do you mean?" I asked. "How can I afford to spend from
1000 to 2000 pounds upon a contested election, and as much more a year
in subscriptions and keeping up the position if I should chance to be
returned? And how, in the name of fortune, can I be both a practising
physician and a member of Parliament?"

"I'll tell you, doctor, for, ever since your name was put forward by
the Liberal Council yesterday, I have seen these difficulties and been
thinking them out. Look here, you are still young, handsome, clever,
and a capital speaker with a popular audience. Also you are very
hard-working and would rise. But you've no money, and only what you
earn at your profession to live on, which, if you were a member of
Parliament, you couldn't continue to earn. Well, such a man as you are
is wanted and so he must be paid for."

"No, no," I said, "I am not going to be the slave of a Radical Five
Hundred, bound to do what they tell me and vote as they like; I'd rather
stick to my own trade, thank you."

"Don't you be in a hurry, young man; who asked you to be any one's
slave? Now, look here--if somebody guarantees every farthing of expense
to fight the seat, and 1200 pounds a year and outgoings if you should
be successful, and a bonus of 5000 pounds in the event of your being
subsequently defeated or electing to give up parliamentary life, will
you take on the job?"

"On those terms, yes, I think so, provided I was sure of the guarantor,
and that he was a man from whom I could take the money."

"Well, you can soon judge of that, doctor, for it is I, Samuel Strong,
and I'll deposit 10,000 pounds in the hands of a trustee before you
write your letter of acceptance. No, don't thank me. I do it for two
reasons--first, because, having no chick or kin of my own, I happen to
have taken a fancy to you and wish to push you on. The world has treated
you badly, and I want to see you one of its masters, with all these
smart people who look down on you licking your boots, as they will
sure enough if you grow rich and powerful. That's my private reason. My
public one is that you are the only man in Dunchester who can win us the
seat, and I'd think 10,000 pounds well spent if it put those Tories at
the bottom of the poll. I want to show them who is "boss," and that we
won't be lorded over by bankers and brewers just because they are rich
men who have bought themselves titles."

"But you are a rich man yourself," I interrupted.

"Yes, doctor, and I spend my money in helping those who will help the
people. Now, before you give me any answer, I've got to ask you a thing
or two," and he drew a paper from his pocket. "Are you prepared to
support the abolition of 'tied' houses?"

"Certainly. They are the worst monopoly in England."

"Graduated income-tax?"

"Yes; the individual should pay in proportion to the property
protected."

"An Old Age Pension scheme?"

"Yes, but only by means of compulsory insurance applicable to all
classes without exception."

"Disestablishment and Disendowment of the Church?"

"Yes, provided its funds are pooled and reapplied to Church purposes."

"Payment of members and placing the cost of elections on the rates?"

"Yes, the door of Parliament should not be shut in the face of all
except the very rich. Election expenditure is at present only a veiled
form of corruption. If it were put upon the rates it could be reduced by
at least a half, and elections would be fewer."

"Home Rule--no, I needn't ask you that, for it is a dead horse which we
don't want to flog, and now-a-days we are all in favour of a big
navy, so I think that is about everything--except, of course,
anti-vaccination, which you'll run for all it's worth."

"I never said that I would, Mr. Strong," I answered.

He looked at me curiously. "No, and you never said you wouldn't.
Now, doctor, let us come to an understanding about this, for here in
Dunchester it's worth more than all the other things put together. If
this seat is to be won, it will be won on anti-vaccination. That's our
burning question, and that's why you are being asked to stand, because
you've studied the thing and are believed to be one of the few doctors
who don't bow the knee to Baal. So look here, let's understand each
other. If you have any doubts about this matter, say so, and we will
have done with it, for, remember, once you are on the platform you've
got to go the whole hog; none of your scientific finicking, but appeals
to the people to rise up in their thousands and save their innocent
children from being offered to the Moloch of vaccination, with enlarged
photographs of nasty-looking cases, and the rest of it."

I listened and shivered. The inquiry into rare cases of disease after
vaccination had been interesting work, which, whatever deductions people
might choose to draw, in fact committed me to nothing. But to become one
of the ragged little regiment of medical dissenters, to swallow all the
unscientific follies of the anti-vaccination agitators, to make myself
responsible for and to promulgate their distorted figures and wild
statements--ah! that was another thing. Must I appear upon platforms and
denounce this wonderful discovery as the "law of useless infanticide"?
Must I tell people that "smallpox is really a curative process and not
the deadly scourge and pestilence that doctors pretend it to be"? Must I
maintain "that vaccination never did, never does, and never can prevent
even a single case of smallpox"? Must I hold it up as a "law (!) of
devil worship and human sacrifice to idols"?

If I accepted Strong's offer it seemed that I must do all these
things: more, I must be false to my instincts, false to my training and
profession, false to my scientific knowledge. I could not do it. And
yet--when did a man in my position ever get such a chance as that which
was offered to me this day? I was ready with my tongue and fond of
public speaking; from boyhood it had been my desire to enter Parliament,
where I knew well that I should show to some advantage. Now, without
risk or expense to myself, an opportunity of gratifying this ambition
was given to me. Indeed, if I succeeded in winning this city, which
had always been a Tory stronghold, for the Radical party I should be a
marked man from the beginning, and if my career was not one of assured
prosperity the fault would be my own. Already in imagination I saw
myself rich (for in this way or in that the money would come),
a favourite of the people, a trusted minister of the Crown and
perhaps--who could tell?--ennobled, living a life of dignity and repute,
and at last leaving my honours and my fame to those who came after me.

On the other hand, if I refused this offer the chance would pass away
from me, never to return again; it was probable even that I should lose
Stephen Strong's friendship and support, for he was not a man who liked
his generosity to be slighted, moreover he would believe me unsound upon
his favourite dogmas. In short, for ever abandoning my brilliant hopes
I condemned myself to an experience of struggle as a doctor with a
practice among second-class people.

After all, although the thought of it shocked me at first, the price I
was asked to pay was not so very heavy, merely one of the usual election
platform formulas, whereby the candidate binds himself to support all
sorts of things in which he has little or no beliefs. Already I was half
committed to this anti-vaccination crusade, and, if I took a step or
two farther in it, what did it matter? One crank more added to the great
army of British enthusiasts could make little difference in the scheme
of things.

If ever a man went through a "psychological moment" in this hour I was
that man. The struggle was short and sharp, but it ended as might be
expected in the case of one of my history and character. Could I have
foreseen the dreadful issues which hung upon my decision, I believe that
rather than speak it, for the second time in my life I would have sought
the solace to be found in the phials of my medicine chest. But I did
not foresee them, I thought only of myself, of my own hopes, fears and
ambitions, forgetting that no man can live to himself alone, and that
his every deed must act and re-act upon others until humanity ceases to
exist.

"Well," said Mr. Strong after a two or three minutes' pause, during
which these thoughts were wrestling in my mind.

"Well," I answered, "as you elegantly express it, I am prepared to go
the whole hog--it is a case of hog _versus_ calf, isn't it?--or, for the
matter of that, a whole styful of hogs."

I suppose that my doubts and irritation were apparent in the inelegant
jocosity of my manner. At any rate, Stephen Strong, who was a shrewd
observer, took alarm.

"Look here, doctor," he said, "I am honest, I am; right or wrong I
believe in this anti-vaccination business, and we are going to run the
election on it. If you don't believe in it--and you have no particular
call to, since every man can claim his own opinion--you'd better let it
alone, and look on all this talk as nothing. You are our first and best
man, but we have several upon the list; I'll go on to one of them," and
he took up his hat.

I let him take it; I even let him walk towards the door; but, as he
approached it, I reflected that with that dogged burly form went all my
ambitions and my last chance of advancement in life. When his hand was
already on the handle, not of premeditation, but by impulse, I said:--

"I don't know why you should talk like that, as I think that I have
given good proof that I am no believer in vaccination."

"What's that, doctor?" he asked turning round.

"My little girl is nearly four years old and she has never been
vaccinated."

"Is it so?" he asked doubtfully.

As he spoke I heard the nurse going down the passage and with her my
daughter, whom she was taking for her morning walk. I opened the door
and called Jane in, a beautiful little being with dark eyes and golden
hair.

"Look for yourself," I said, and, taking off the child's coat, I showed
him both her arms. Then I kissed her and sent her back to the nurse.

"That's good enough, doctor, but, mind you, _she mustn't be vaccinated
now_."

As he spoke the words my heart sank in me, for I understood what I
had done and the risk that I was taking. But the die was cast, or so I
thought, in my folly. It was too late to go back.

"Don't be afraid," I said, "no cow poison shall be mixed with her
blood."

"Now I believe you, doctor," he answered, "for a man won't play tricks
with his only child just to help himself. I'll take your answer to the
council, and they will send you the formal letter of invitation to stand
with the conditions attached. Before you answer it the money will be
lodged, and you shall have my bond for it. And now I must be going,
for I am wasting your time and those patients of yours will be getting
tired. If you will come to supper to-night I'll have some of the leaders
to meet you and we can talk things over. Good-bye, we shall win the
seat; so sure as my name is Stephen Strong we shall win on the A.V.
ticket."

He went, and I saw those of my patients who had sat out the wait. When
they had gone, I considered the position, summing it up in my own mind.
The prospect was exhilarating, and yet I was depressed, for I had bound
myself to the chariot wheels of a false doctrine. Also, by implication,
I had told Strong a lie. It was true that Jane had not been vaccinated,
but of this I had neglected to give him the reason. It was that I had
postponed vaccinating her for a while owing to a certain infantile
delicacy, being better acquainted than most men with the risks
consequent on that operation, slight though it is, in certain conditions
of a child's health, and knowing that there was no danger of her taking
smallpox in a town which was free from it. I proposed, however, to
perform the operation within the next few days; indeed, for this very
purpose I had already written to London to secure some glycerinated calf
lymph, which would now be wasted.

The local papers next morning appeared with an announcement that at the
forthcoming bye-election Dunchester would be contested in the Radical
interest by James Therne, Esq., M.D. They added that, in addition to
other articles of the Radical faith, Dr. Therne professed the doctrine
of anti-vaccination, of which he was so ardent an upholder that,
although on several occasions he had been threatened with prosecution,
he declined to allow his only child to be vaccinated.

In the same issues it was announced that the Conservative candidate
would be Sir Thomas Colford.

So the die was cast. I had crossed the Rubicon.

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