kindly at her.

"Same old thing, Mrs. Tellamantez. He's no worse than
he's been before. I've left some medicine. Don't give him
anything but toast water until I see him again. You're a
good nurse; you'll get him out." Dr. Archie smiled en-
couragingly. He glanced about the little garden and
wrinkled his brows. "I can't see what makes him behave
so. He's killing himself, and he's not a rowdy sort of fel-
low. Can't you tie him up someway? Can't you tell when
these fits are coming on?"

Mrs. Tellamantez put her hand to her forehead. "The
saloon, doctor, the excitement; that is what makes him.
People listen to him, and it excites him."

The doctor shook his head. "Maybe. He's too much for
my calculations. I don't see what he gets out of it."

"He is always fooled,"--the Mexican woman spoke
rapidly and tremulously, her long under lip quivering.

"He is good at heart, but he has no head. He fools himself.
You do not understand in this country, you are progressive.
But he has no judgment, and he is fooled." She stooped
quickly, took up one of the white conch-shells that bordered

the walk, and, with an apologetic inclination of her head,