r, that Dr. Floddin can be given charge. And if the
disease be diphtheria, whisky will alleviate and possibly cure the
patient. It is a hobby with Lockwin.

Dr. Floddin has come rather oddly by this practice. Who he is, no
other regular doctor knows. But Dr. Floddin has an honest face, and
keeps a little drug store on State street below Eighteenth. He usually
charges fifty cents a visit, which is all he believes his services to
be worth. This piece of quackery would ruin his name with Lockwin,
were it known to him, or had Dr. Tarpion been consulted.

The regular fee is two dollars.

The poor come daily to Dr. Floddin's, and his fame is often in their
mouths.

Why is Davy white and beautiful? Why is he gentle and so marvelously
intelligent?

A year back, when his tonsils swelled, Dr. Tarpion said they must be
cut out. The house-keeper said it was the worst possible thing to do.
The cook said it should never be done. The peddling huckster's son
said Dr. Floddin didn't believe in it.

Then Davy would wake in the night. "I tan't breathe," he would
complain.

"Yes, you can, Davy. Papa's here. Lie down, Davy. Here's a drink."

And in the morning all would be well. Davy would be in the library
preparing for a great article.

The tribe on the other street, back, played ball from morning until
night. The toddler of the lot was no bigger than Davy. Every face was
as round and red as a Spitzbergen apple.

Last summer Lockwin and Davy went for a ball and bat, the people along
the cross-street as usual admiring the boy. A blacksmith shop was on
the way. A white bulldog was at the forge. He leaped away from his
master, and was on the walk in an instant. With a dash he was on Davy,
his heavy paw in the neat little pocket, bursting it and strewing the
marbles and the written articles. Snap! went the mouth on the child's
face, but it was merely a caprice.

"Bulldog never bite a child," observed the blacksmith.

But Lockwin had time only to take his baby between his legs. "Please
call in your dog," he said to the blacksmith. "Please call him in.
Please call him in."

The dog was recalled. The child smiled, and yet he felt he had been
ill served. The little hanging pocket testified that Lockwin must
tarry in that hateful locality and pick up the treasure and documents.

Trembling in every joint, he called at the house of an acquaintance.
"I dislike to keep you here," said the friend, "if you are