"What's the address ?" "Room eight-seven, Clay street, the Bowhead Lodging House, you know the place, entrance just around the corner from the Bowhead Saloon.

Have 'm sent out to me wherever they put me--will you ?" "Certainly I will," said Doctor Emory, "and you've got a cockatoo, too ?" "You bet, Cocky! Send 'm both along, please, sir." * * * * * "My!" said Miss Judson, that evening, at dinner with a certain young interne of St.Joseph's Hospital.

"That Doctor Emory is a wizard.

No wonder he's successful.

Think of it! Two filthy lepers in our office to- day! One was a coon.