milk, and eat all the raw eggs you can choke down."

"He won't eat anything," said Carol.

"Let him fast then, and he'll soon be begging for raw eggs. I'll see
you again to-morrow."

When he returned next day there was a little shadow in the kind eyes.
David lay on the cot, smiling, and Carol stood beside him.

"How do you feel to-day?"

"Oh, just fine," came the ready answer.

But the shadow in the doctor's eyes deepened.

"The meanest part of a doctor's work is handing out death blows to
hope," he said. "But you two are big enough to take a hard knock
without flinching, and I won't need to beat around the bush. Mr. Duke,
you have tuberculosis."

David winched a little and Carol clutched his hand spasmodically, yet
they smiled quickly, comfortingly into each other's eyes.

"That does not mean that your life is fanning out, by any means,"
continued the doctor in his easy voice. "We've got a grip on the
disease now. You are getting it right at the start and you stand a
splendid chance. Your clean life will help. Your laughing wife will
help. Your confidence in a Divine Doctor will help. Everything is on
your side. If you can, I think I should go out west somewhere,--to New