Graver and graver he became as he felt the pulse and peered into the swollen throat.

At length he rose and led the way back into the sitting room.
"Captain Baker," he said simply, "I must ask you and your wife to be brave.

The child has diphtheria and--" "Diphthery!" gasped Sophronia, as white as her best tablecloth.
"Good Lord above!" cried the Captain.
"Diphtheria," repeated the Doctor; "and, although I dislike extremely to criticize a member of my own profession, I must say that any physician should have recognized it." Sophronia groaned and covered her face with her apron.
"Ain't there--ain't there no chance, Doctor ?" gasped the Captain.
"Certainly, there's a chance.

If I could administer antitoxin by to-morrow noon the patient might recover.

What time does the morning train from Boston arrive here ?" "Ha'f-past ten or thereabouts." Dr.Morgan took his notebook from his pocket and wrote a few lines in pencil on one of the pages.