“I think the truth is better on all occasions.”
“Right you are. So here goes for the solid truth.”
Yates, as he lay on the ground, wrote rapidly on the telegraph blank. Suddenly he looked up and said to the professor: “Say, Renmark, are you a doctor?”
“Of laws,” replied his friend.
“Oh, that will do just as well.” And he finished his writing.
“How is this?” he cried, holding the paper at arm’s length:
“L. F. SPENCER,
“Managing Editor ‘Argus,’ New York:
“I’m flat on my back. Haven’t done a hand’s turn for a week. Am under the constant care, night and day, of one of the most eminent doctors in Canada, who even prepares my food for me. Since leaving New York trouble of the heart has complicated matters, and at present baffles the doctor. Consultations daily. It is impossible for me to move from here until present complications have yielded to treatment.
“Simson would be a good man to take charge in my absence.”