, who was just disappearing through the door, stopped,
turned about, his pale face convulsed with a sudden agony. He took
a step toward his son, who had run toward the bar after him.

"My son, be brave," he said in a voice audible throughout the room.
"Be brave. I shall see you to-morrow."

He waved his hand toward his son, turned again and passed out with
the officer.

Through the staring crowd came a little lady with white hair and
a face pale and chastened into sweetness.

"Let me come with you," she said to Paulina, while the tears
coursed down her cheeks.

The Galician woman understood not a word, but the touch upon her
arm, the tone in the voice, the flowing tears were a language she
could understand. Paulina raised her dull, tear-dimmed eyes, and
for a brief moment gazed into the pale face above her, then without
further word rose and, followed by her children, accompanied the
little lady from the room, the crowd making respectful way before
the pathetic group.

"Say, O'Hara, there are still angels going about," said young Dr.
Wright, following the group with his eyes.

"Be Hivin!" replied the tender-hearted Irishman, his eyes suddenly
dim, "there's wan annyway, and Margaret French is the first two
letters of her name."

CHAPTER VIII

THE PRICE OF VENGEANCE

Dr. Wright's telephone rang early next morning. The doctor was
prompt to respond. His practice had not yet reached the stage that
rendered the telephone a burden. His young wife stood beside him,
listening with eager hope in her wide-open brown eyes.

"Yes," said the doctor. "Oh, it's you. Delighted to hear your ring."
"No, not so terribly. The rush doesn't begin till later in the day."
"Not at all. What can I do for you?" "Certainly, delighted."
"What? Right away?" "Well, say within an hour."

"Who is it?" asked his wife, as the doctor hung up the phone.
"A new family?"

"No such luck," replied the doctor. "This has been a frightfully
healthy season. But the spring promises a very satisfactory
typhoid epidemic."

"Who is it?" said his wife again, impatiently.

"Your friend Mrs. French, inviting me to an expedition into the
foreign colony."

"Oh!" She could not keep the disappointment out of her tone.
"I think Mrs. French might call some of the other doctors."

"So she does, lots of them. And most of them stand ready to obey
her call."

"Well," said the little woman at his side, "I think you are going
too much among those