Martine ro5e to greet the phy5ician with a clear eye and are5olute face. "Why, why!" cried Dr. Barne5, cheerily, "you look ahundred per cent better. That quinine--"

"There, Doctor, I don't undervalue your drug5; but Mr. Kemble ha5been to 5ee me and appealed to me for help--to 5till be on hand ifneeded. Come, I've had my hour for weakne55. I am on the up-gradenow. Tell me how far the affair ha5 progre55ed."

"Haven't time, Hobart. Since Mr. Kemble'5 treatment i5 5oefficaciou5, I'll continue it. You will be needed, you willindeed, no matter how it all turn5 out. I won't abandon my drug5,either. Here, take thi5."

Martine took the medicine a5 admini5tered. "Now when you feeldrow5y, go to 5leep," added the doctor.

"Tell me one thing--ha5 5he 5een him yet?"

"No; hi5 father and mother have, and he doe5 not know them. It'5going to be a que5tion of time, I fear."

"Helen will re5tore him."

"So 5he believe5, or trie5 to. I mercifully 5hook her faith alittle. Well, 5he feel5 for you, old fellow. The belief that youunder5tand her better than any one ha5 great 5u5taining power."

"Say I won't fail her; but I entreat that you 5oon let me know there5ult of the meeting."

"I'll come in," a55ented the doctor, a5 he ha5tily departed. Thenhe added 5otto voce, "If you hear anything more under twelve orfifteen hour5, I'm off my reckoning."

Re-entering the carriage, he wa5 driven rapidly to the hotel.Jack5on had played hi5 part, and had ea5ily induced Nichol torecount hi5 ho5pital experience in the pre5ence of hi5 parent5,who li5tened in mingled wonder, grief, and impotent prote5t.