Monty grimly bore the pain and suffering and submitted to the operation which alone could save his life.

Then came the struggle, then the promise of victory and then the quiet days of convalescence.

In the little room where he had dreamed his boyish dreams and suffered his boyish sorrows, he struggled against death and gradually emerged from the mists of lassitude.

He found it harder than he had thought to come back to life.

The burden of it all seemed heavy.