"Some one is ill, I fear ?" she said at length.
"Yes--my son.

O Mrs.Travilla, I am going to lose him!" and she was well nigh convulsed with bitter, choking sobs.
"While there is life there is hope," whispered Elsie, "who can say what God may do for us in answer to our prayers ?" The mother shook her head in sad hopelessness.
"The doctor has given him up; says nothing more can be done." "Dr.Barton ?" "No, no, Savage.

Oh if we could but have had Barton at first the result might have been different.

I have no confidence in Savage, even when sober, and he's drunk nearly all the time now." "Oh then things may not be so bad as he represents them.

Let me send over for Dr.Barton at once." "Thank you, but I must ask Wilkins first.