until now he was able to send them both to college, with all the little things that make college life easy and pleasant. Each had a car of his own. Clothes were plentiful and their allowances generous. Thus they appreciated their parent, because they had inherited their father’s sense of values and their mother’s sense of loyalty. They both were showing strain from the vigilance and often had to break the monotony by retiring to the rest-room for a smoke. The nurse had tried to get them to retire to the next room just for a moment’s relaxation, as she had Mrs. Borne, but to no avail.

Dr. Morley, the physician who had treated Peter Borne for years, was also quite sure that there could be no hope for him. He had done for him all that medical science knew and did not respond to treatment. Morley knew he was licked and was not ashamed to admit that the case was out of his hands. He knew that Peter’s arteries were hardening faster and faster, and that it was just a matter of time when one would close, causing a hemorrhage and death.

As he entered the room quietly, he paused for a moment. He looked at the tired ones sitting there. He felt a tug within somewhere. He was moved to do something for them and for the patient, but what? “God only knows,” he thought to himself. “Maybe we can get Mrs. Borne to leave for a moment,” he pondered further. “Maybe.” No one had noticed his presence as yet; not even the nurse. “I’ll try again,” he thought and stepped over to the nurse. He whispered in her ear. She nodded and turned to Mrs. Borne.

“Mrs. Borne, Dr. Morley is afraid that your health will be affected also if you don’t get some rest. Come with me now. We will call you as soon as we see a change.”

The old lady, half asleep, wearily looked at the nurse and the doctor. “Come now,” said the doctor, “You cannot keep this up. There is nothing that can be done.”

“Please, Mother,” pleaded Peter Jr. “We will be sure to call you.” By this time Mrs. Borne was being led out of the room. She was trying to mutter objections, but no one could understand her. She was falling asleep on her feet. The door closed behind them and Peter Jr. turned to see his brother gazing out of the window. Robert was the high-strung member of the

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