A soldier happened to tell me that his mother had applied Sypher's Cure to his blistered heels--and that was the origin of the scheme." He leaned back in his chair, stretched out his legs and put one foot over the other.

He immediately started back with a cry of pain.
"I was forgetting my own infernal blister," said he.

"About a square inch of skin is off and all the flesh round, it is as red as a tomato." "You'll have to be careful," advised the traveler.

"What are you using for it ?" "Using for it?
Why, good heavens, man, the Cure! What else ?" He regarded Dennymede as if he were insane,' and Dennymede in his confusion blushed as red as the blistered heel.
They spent the afternoon over the reports and figures which had so greatly depressed the traveler.

He left his chief with hopes throbbing in his breast.