restored to health and usefulness.

Attracting the admiration and esteem of his patients in a most
remarkable degree, he nevertheless aroused in them a certain feeling
of almost superstitious awe. People did not say aloud that Dr. Medjora
was a partner of the Evil One, but many whispers, not easily
traceable, finally resulted in his being commonly known as the "Wizard
Doctor" or simply the "Wizard."

On this morning, having come into the vicinity during the week for
some trout fishing, and then having learned of the auction sale about
to take place, he had determined to be present. He was early on his
way to the farm, when, crossing the strip of wood, he had first
observed Leon with the chipmunks. Now having shown himself he spoke:

"You are Leon Grath, I believe?" said he.

"If you do, your belief is ill founded," replied Leon, speaking with
no ill temper, but rather with a touch of sadness.

"Surely you are Leon----"

"I am Leon, but not Grath. You are Dr. Medjora?"

"Ah! Then you remember me?"

"Certainly! I remember all men, friend or foe. You have been more the
former than the latter. Therefore the remembrance is quite distinct."

Hearing the sound of his master's voice, untinged by anger, the collie
evidently decided that the newcomer was no enemy, and strolling off a
short distance, turned thrice, and lay down, resting his nose between
his two forepaws, and eying the twain, awaited developments.

"I am glad that you have pleasant recollections of our brief
acquaintance. But now, will you explain what you mean by saying that
you are not Leon Grath. I thought that Grath was your name?"

"So did I, Doctor, but I have learned that I was mistaken. I was with
Margaret Grath when she died, and she told me----" He paused.

"She told you what?" asked Dr. Medjora, with apparent eagerness.

"That Grath is not my name."

"What then is it? Did she tell you that?"

"No! I am Leon, the nameless!"

There was a touch of bitterness in Leon's voice, and, as he felt a
slight difficulty in enunciation caused by rising emotions, he turned
away his head and gazed into the deepest part of the wood, closing his
jaws tight together, and straining every muscle of his body to high
tension, in his endeavor to regain full control of himself. Dr.
Medjora observed the inward struggle for mastery of self, and admired
the youth for his strength of character. Without, however, betraying
that he had noticed anything, he said qu