es once more, not to the moon or the star, but to
Something beyond them.

"O God!" she whispered brokenly, "it's harder than I thought it would
be; but for my child's sake I can stand it, and anyway, I'm glad I'm not
a millstone or a stumblin'-block."

"ONE TASTE OF THE OLD TIME"

"There is no organic disease whatever," said the doctor. "The trouble is
purely mental. No, I don't mean that," he corrected hastily, as he saw
the look of dismay on David Maynor's face. "Your wife is not losing her
mind. Nothing of that sort. Indeed, I take her to be a woman of
unusually sound mentality. But, evidently there is some trouble preying
on her mind and producing these nervous symptoms. The prescription I am
leaving will palliate these, but it remains for you to find out what the
trouble is and remove it, if you can. There are some cases where doctors
are powerless, and this, I think, is one of them." He reached for his
hat and bowing with professional courtesy turned to leave.

"How much do I owe you?" said David Maynor.

The blunt question was like a sentry's challenge, and the doctor paused
with his hand on the knob of the door.

"Ah--never mind about that now. A bill will be sent you at the end of
the month." His tone and manner implied that this was too trivial a
matter to be mentioned.

But David Maynor's hand was in his pocket, and he was drawing forth his
new seal-leather purse.

"I always pay as I go," he said stolidly. The corners of the doctor's
mouth twitched, and a gleam of humor came into his eyes. "Ten dollars,"
he said, and while David Maynor was counting out the bills, the
physician's quick glance was taking note of the expensive furniture and
the utter absence of individuality, that gave the house the air of a
hotel rather than a home. "The new rich," he thought with good-natured
amusement, then aloud:

"Let me hear from your wife to-morrow, Mr. Maynor. But, as I said
before, the case is in your hands. Good afternoon!" And with another
courtly bow he was gone.

David Maynor hurried back up-stairs to his wife's bedside. "Sarah," he
said, bending over her and smoothing her hair clumsily, "the doctor says
there's not a thing the matter with you, except you've got something on
your mind that's worrying you. He says he can't do much for you, and
that I've got to find out what the trouble is and remove it, if I can."

Sarah Maynor turned her head restlessly on the pillow. "I must say he's
got more