Poor Stigler—he had been his own worst enemy and had paid a heavier price than any one else would have demanded of him!
My thoughts were really sad as I opened the door of my home—home? yes, indeed! For as soon as I entered the house I knew it was a dearer home than it had ever been.
The doctor was downstairs, smiling.
"Tell me, doctor, quick—what is it?"
"Well, Daddy," he said kindly, "would you like to see your little boy?"
"How's Betty?" was my answer to him.
"Doing splendidly."
"Don't look so worried. This thing is happening every day, all over the country."
THE END