The Carter had buried his wife and children, with the exception of one son, who grew to manhood and helped him in his little business.

Then the thing happened.

The son, a man of thirty-one, died of the smallpox.

No sooner was this over than the father came down with fever and went to the hospital for three months.

Then he was done for.
He came out weak, debilitated, no strong young son to stand by him, his little business gone glimmering, and not a farthing.