One of these was a short, square-shouldered man with gray side whiskers and eyeglasses.

The initials on his suit case were J.S.

M., Boston, and they stood for John Spencer Morgan.

If the bearer of the suit case had followed the fashion of the native princes of India and had emblazoned his titles upon his baggage, the commonplace name just quoted might have been followed by "M.D., LL.D., at Harvard and Oxford; vice president American Medical Society; corresponding secretary Associated Society of Surgeons; lecturer at Harvard Medical College; author of 'Diseases of the Throat and Lungs,' etc., etc." But Dr.Morgan was not given to advertising either his titles or himself, and he was hurrying across the platform to Redny Blount's depot wagon when Captain Hiram touched him on the arm.
"Why, hello, Captain Baker," exclaimed the Doctor, "how do you do ?" "Dr.Morgan," said the Captain, "I--I hope you'll excuse my presumin' on you this way, but I want to ask a favor of you, a great favor.

I want to ask if you'll come down to the house and see the boy; he's on the sick list." "What, Dusenberry ?" "Yes, sir.