ago when in preparation for retiring he took a young man into his office as assistant.

And naturally in the thirty or more years he had been with them and had brought most of the native young men and women of the community into the world, as well as all of the present children, he had become like a Father Confessor to nearly every family among them. He had such a wise, kind and understanding way of entering into their troubles, sicknesses and sorrows, and of staying with them until all was harmony and smiles again, that even though he had now turned over all his practice to the young man, he was called upon daily to help in personal problems by adoring friends. And those who know say that the Doctor had acquired a fund of knowledge and a philosophy of life through long and practical experience that had helped many souls out of the darkness of sin and despair back into the light of happiness and success.

This evening the Doctor saw the son of an old friend climbing the path leading from the road a hundred feet or so down the hill, and he wondered what was bringing him here. He waved his hand as the boy looked up and saw him.

“Hello, Doctor,” greeted the boy. “I hope you don’t mind if I come up and let you give me a dose of needed advice?” he said as he shook hands and seated himself. He was about twenty-three, well set up, with an intelligent face, but a serious expression on it just now.

“Dad made me come, for I had been crabbing about the house, making myself a nuisance, I guess, because I can’t find any work; although I have been going into the city daily looking for it for over a month. He said I should see you, and maybe you could set me on my mental feet