ght of bringing the two men together, as soon as the
paralytic is so improved that he can talk."

"I have often wondered what kind of a disease paralysis is?" inquired
Harry.

"Paralysis is not a disease of itself. It is merely a sign of some
disorder of the nervous system. It may be shown by complete disability
on one side of the body, or in some particular portion, and only certain
sets of nerves may be affected."

"But what seems so singular is, that he is not only unable to speak but
he cannot move about."

"The form of paralysis, which affects the memory, is called _dementia
paralytica_, and attacks the brain, while some portion of the body also
may be affected."

"Isn't it curable?"

"There is little hope for a permanent cure. If the attack should come on
suddenly it is the most dangerous. Where it seems to approach gradually,
there is more likelihood of being able to check it."

"In what way is there an improvement in the old man?"

"So far as the bodily ailment is concerned he is gaining. When he was
brought back he was unable to utter a single word, nor could he move
himself in any way, except with one arm, and that only to a small
degree. Now he is able to shuffle along, across the room, and sometimes
tries to say something, which is not distinct. The only thing which thus
far seems intelligible is the word _triangle_, as I have stated."

"Harry spoke about the copper box this morning. Have you opened it yet?"
asked George.

"Oh, no! I wouldn't think of doing it unless you were present. The
Professor and I have had several talks about it, but we have all been so
busy that the matter has been deferred from time to time. I hope we
shall be able to get at it to-night."

While thus engaged in conversation the Professor appeared, smiling and
happy. The boys greeted him affectionately, as was their custom always.

"Do you want to make a visit with me?" he asked.

"Yes; where?" asked George.

"We will go out on B Street first," he answered.

Together they passed the large school house, and crossed the open
square, and entered the most beautiful of all the streets, the one laid
out with rows of trees along the curbs, and flower beds along the middle
portion of the driveway.

"Can you guess where we are going?" asked the Professor.

"No."

"Do you see the newly-painted house to the right?"

"Is that where Sutoto lives?"

"Yes; there is Cinda. Isn't she happy, though?"

They went in and were