“My God! You don't mean it!”
“It is true. The cornea is destroyed.”
A deathly pallor overspread the young man's face. He bowed his head in his hands and great sobs shook his frame. “My God! My God!” he gasped over and over again. Accustomed as the doctor was to suffering and sorrow this man's anguish was too much for him. The tears rolled down his cheeks and he made no effort to restrain them.
After a long time the younger man raised his head and spoke in broken words, “Doctor, I must not keep you here. You are needed elsewhere. Leave me to Remorse. I am young and you are growing old, Doctor, but will you take this word from me? You and all in your profession should long ago have told us these things. The world should not lie in ignorance of this tremendous evil. If men will not be saved from themselves they will save their unborn children, if they only know. God help them.”
The doctor went slowly homeward, his mind filled with the awful calamity in the household he had left. “It is time the world is waking,” he thought. “We must arouse it.”
Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling. Ting-a-ling-ling-ling.
It was a manly voice vibrating with youth and joy.
“I want to tell you that your husband has just left a sweet little daughter at our house.”