the speaking-tube and
called, 'Brown! Ask Jenkins to show Mr. Hogg out, please!'

"I left the lady and went at once to Clive Winthrop for advice and
began the process of amputating my surname. Perhaps I shall not call
at the X Street house till the wedding is over, and when the footman
asks: 'What name, sir?' I shall say: 'My bachelor name, as you may
remember, was Hogg, but I am now married and it is Forrest!'"

PHILIPPA'S NERVOUS PROSTRATION

A STUDY IN NOBLENESS

Stanwood Sanitarium,
Mapleton, Pennsylvania,
June,19--

FIRST WEEK

Monday

The door has just closed behind one of the most eminent physicians in
the State, and I am no longer Philippa Armstrong, but a case of
neurasthenia, an inmate of Room Number 17, which has a yellow placard
over its entrance; a placard announcing that no callers are allowed
within, save with the special permission of Dr. Levi Stanwood. At
present the placard is the only thing I enjoy about the institution;
that, at least, promises peace; at all events, such peace as can be
found outside of one's own soul.

I am counseled to have complete rest, cheerful surroundings,
abstinence from newspapers and letters, sound sleep, careful and
nourishing diet, freedom from anxiety, gentle tonics, with electrical
and other treatments underlined upon a printed list.

The head physician (who is a genius in the way of diagnosis, seeing
through the human system as if it were plate glass) has made a careful
study of my symptoms and written my Cousin Sarah that all I need is
six or eight weeks of his care to be quite myself again.

How little they understand us women, after all--poor, blind,
unsuspicious doctors! My heart-beats, my color, my temperature, my
pulse, my blood pressure, even my tongue, all these have told no tales
to the scientific eye, and as it was literally impossible for Dr.
Stanwood to discern my malady, it was equally beyond him to suggest a
remedy. As a matter of fact, all I need to make and keep me well is
large and constant doses of Richard Morton, Esq., of Baltimore; but
who would confess that to a doctor?

Cousin Sarah does not suspect the state of things, the gentleman
himself is, I trust, quite ignorant, and the doctor will waste upon me
all the wealth of cura