the one drug store whose turn it was to be open on any Sunday.

The clerks were delighted, and a deputation of them took the papers around to be signed. They got the signatures of all employees, all physicians, and all druggists—except one. He told them if the other druggists would attend to their businesses, he would do his; that they could close all the Sundays in the year and he would raise no kick, but he would stay open whenever he chose. So the poor clerks came back much crestfallen. I said, “Well, let me see him, then. I play bridge with him sometimes. Maybe I can find out what the trouble is.”

He readily told me that one of the other druggists had tried to boycott his hotel—he runs the M——— Hotel—because he wouldn’t agree with them on some proposition, and he wouldn’t stand for having anyone try to damage the finances of all the 800 stockholders in his hotel because of a feud in the drug business.

I agreed with him that this was very unfair, but asked him, if the other druggist came and apologized, if he wouldn’t sign the paper. He wouldn’t promise anything, but I thought he rather weakened in his firm denial. I thought there wasn’t a chance in the world to get the other druggist to do this, or even to admit what he had done; but on the way down to his store, I made a request of the Overpowers that they would let the sunshine of Love shine into the hearts of these two men and make them get together on this manifestly just proposition.

I saw Dr.———, the other druggist, and told him what the trouble was. He promptly admitted he had tried to get travelling drug salesmen and others to patronize some other hotel. When I called his attention to the unfairness