ack to me, commenced to make its real
impression. Then, as time and experience went on, clearer and clearer
became its significance until I have come to see it as an expression of
that wisdom--that deeper wisdom of the man whose simple words often
revealed such subtle truths.

V

Dr. Janeway's relation to his profession and to his fellow physicians
was one of rare felicity, and well it might have been, for his code of
professional conduct stood squarely upon that principle of consideration
for others, on which the hope of a some-time civilization in reality,
must ever rest. "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you," was
more than his motto; it was his motive; more than his precept, it was
his practice. The revised version: "Do others before they do you," which
has come so largely into recent vogue, both professionally as well as
commercially, would have had little appeal to a man whose real goal lay
so far on beyond personal position and private gain. In no better place
than here, with his simple and straight code of conduct, can I mention
something of Dr. Janeway's religion.

In days when doctors are flying from creeds and more--from faith,
seeking to solace their souls in science alone, this great man's simple
adherence to the teachings of Christ become dramatic proof of his powers
of vision. But it was not the conventional Christ drawing a fashionable
flock to a Sunday morning service to church and a Monday morning service
to self, which gave the angle to this man's uprightness; his religion
was one of action rather than exhibition; he used it to control his own
life rather than to coerce the lives of others.

VI

There is one notably outstanding memory of Dr. Janeway which dates from
those earlier days in his office and which deals with that large class
of people who imagine they are ill--those people whose numbers are
directly proportionate to periods of so-called prosperity, who call
forth innumerable cults of curing, and who are the mainstay of much of
the mummery in medicine.

I shall never forget one day at lunch after Dr. Janeway had been seeing
some of these mentally mortgaged men and women. As he sat down at table
his face wore that expression of perplexity which one at times sees as
the outward sign of that inward sense of the futility of things in
general. I inquired how matters had been going in the office that
morning. His reply, "Neurasthenics!" as it came out with all h