THE PRIMARIES

The sun of Friday morning shines brightly. The sparrows chirp, the
wagons rattle, the boys cry the papers, and the household smiles.

The peddling huckster's son is not surprised. He knew Dr. Floddin
would cure Davy.

The cook buys heavily. They'll eat now. "Mind what I'll fix for that
darlint to-day!" she threatens.

The housekeeper has taken Esther's place at Davy's couch.

"You have undoubtedly saved the life of your boy by making him take the
emetic. He will love you just as much. I know--Mrs. Lockwin was
telling me how much it disturbed you. Don't lose your empire over him,
and he will be all right in a week. He must not have a relapse--that
might kill him."

"Doctor, I am risen out of hell, the third day. I cannot tell you what
I have felt, especially since midnight. But I can tell you now what I
want. I desire that you shall take my place on this case. My personal
affairs are extremely pressing. What yesterday was impossible is now
easy. In fact, it seems to me that only impossibilities are probable.
Remember that money is of no account. Throw aside your other practice.
See that the women keep my boy from catching that cold again and I will
pay you any sum you may name."

In Lockwin's school money will purchase all things. Money will now
keep Davy from a relapse. Money will carry the primaries. Money will