he driver.

"Dickson, of the First National."

In a few minutes the car stopped before the residence and the Harvester
made an attack on the front door. Presently the man came.

"Excuse me for routing you out at this time of night," said the
Harvester, "but it's a case of necessity. I have an automobile here.
I want you to go to the bank with me, and get me an address from your
draft records. I know the rules, but I want the name of my wife's
Chicago physician. She is delirious, and I must telephone him."

The cashier stepped out and closed the door.

"Nine chances out of ten it will be in the vault," he said.

"That leaves one that it won't," answered the Harvester. "Sometimes I've
looked in when passing in the night, and I've noticed that the books are
not always put away. I could see some on the rack to-night. I think it
is there."

It was there, and the Harvester ordered the driver to hurry him to the
telephone exchange, then take the cashier home and return and wait. He
called the Chicago Information office.

"I want Dr. Frank Harmon, whose office address is 1509 Columbia Street.
I don't know the 'phone number."

Then came a long wait, and after twenty minutes the blessed buzzing
whisper, "Here's your party."

"Doctor Harmon?"

"Yes."

"You remember Ruth Jameson, the daughter of a recent patient of yours?"

"I do."

"Well my name is Langston. The Girl is in my home and care. She is very
ill with fever, and she has much confidence in you. This is Onabasha,
on the Grand Rapids and Indiana. You take the Pennsylvania at seven
o'clock, telegraph ahead that you are coming so that they will make
connection for you, change at twelve-twenty at Fort Wayne, and I will
meet you here. You will find your ticket and a check waiting you at the
Chicago depot. Arrange to remain a week at least. You will be paid all
expenses and regular prices for your time. Will you come?"

"Yes."

"All right. Make no failure. Good-bye."

Then the Harvester left an order with the telephone company to run a
wire to Medicine Woods the first thing in the morning, and drove to the
depot to arrange for the ticket and check. In less than an hour he was
holding the Girl's hands and crooning over her.

"Jerusalem!" said Doctor Carey, rising stiffly. "I'd rather undertake
to cut off your head and put it back on than to tackle another job like
that. She's quite delirious, but she has flashes, and at such times she
knows whom she wants;