ture
in the presence of his depth of knowledge!

I do not know how it came about, as he sat there opposite me, so
serious, so silent, but something seemed suddenly to plunge my mind into
a perfectly irrelevant region of thought, and drag therefrom to the
surface some droll tale I had happened to hear only a few days since.
Before I knew it, I was telling the Doctor that story. Fools rush in;
but there is a Providence that cares for them, for the Doctor enjoyed
it--he laughed, and from then on interchange of thought was less
restrained.

III

As time went on, the structural elements of this extraordinary man's
character became more and more evident. He was then at the very apogee
of his useful career. His fame had found its way around the world. The
makings of a material monument were within his easy reach--the thing
which spells supreme success in life for so many men and women, and not
a few physicians, was at his very door had he cared to look in that
direction; yet his face was set steadily forward toward other things. If
his income was ample, his energy was enormous, and he spent both freely
for the best interests of his profession and his people whom he loved.
One hears of the fabulous fees physicians sometimes get. Dr. Janeway
never used his unique position to prey upon the pockets of patients,
simply because they were people of large worldly wealth. To him a
patient was a human being who was sick and who needed to get well by the
shortest possible route science and sense could secure. Each patient
also provided a problem, and it was here where his masterly mind with
its prodigious store of pathological information, derived a singular
satisfaction. Illustrating the Doctor's direction of mind in matters of
money in comparison with his interest in the patient's condition, this
story, which belongs to the period of his beginning prominence, is
significant even if its verity cannot be vouched for.

To one of the smaller Hudson River valley towns the Doctor was called by
a local practitioner to see in consultation a man noted for his wealth,
who lay critically ill. All the afternoon and evening were consumed in
this rather trying trip. When the next morning at breakfast his wife
made some mention of his arduous journey of the previous day, his face
lighted up with interest at the recollection. To a practical wife, what
could be more natural than an interest which embraced with some
satisfaction the thought