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Moore was convinced that he had it and had it bad. For several months, whenever any unaccustomed pressure came upon a certain part of his; back a sharp stinging pain re sulted. Oh, it was there! He was going to die! He felt it, he knew it, and he told his daughter Ruth so. (M He was so distressed and positive that she became alarmed. "I don't see why you don't send for a doctor," she said. "Who shall I send for?" snapped the irritated invalid. "There's only Doctor Parton and none of "him, not if I die for it! No, sir-ree! You know how he insulted me when I had that slight attack of rheumatism. When I wondered what could cause it in a man like me, who don't know the taste of drink, who never used tobacco. What did he say? In herited! Who from? Past genera tions! He had the audacity to say that it was probably a trace of gout inherited from some old roystering swash buckler or pirate among my ancestors. He said this to me me, John Moore, whose forefathers brought Plymouth Rock over to this country!" Ruth made no reply to all this. The speech renewed a sunny memory in her mind. She and'Dr: Parton had ' become quite good-friends during the time he had attended her father. When the latter had dismissed him in anger they did not see very much of each other. However, they had met incidentally several times. The young physician seemed inclined to renew the acquaintanceship -and Ruth was glad to realize it. W Two days later Mr. Moore changed his mind. He would see Dr. Parton. It was a reluctant direction he gave for his presence and when the young physician arrived he received a de cidedly chill and sulky greeting. "I have sent for you not to ex amine me or tend on me," said the ' old man bluntly. "I have got a fatal disease. I know what it is and what will cure it. I sent for you because, you being a doctor, probably know where to get a rare remedy I need." "What is the remedy?" inquired Doctor Parton. Now he had seen . Ruth only the evening previous. He had told her that he considered that her father was more scared than ill. Ruth had told of the "symptoms" her father had described and the doctor had smiled to himself. ' ; "It's radium," replied Moore. "I' understand it is rare and expensive. "Very." : "Can you get me enough for a treatment." "lean try." "Very well, if- it costs up to five thousand dollars I must have it," in sisted "the invalid." And then the doctor was so indul gent that Moore agreed to allow him to examine the. dreadful "prickly" spot. Sure enough, when the doctor pressed it Moore uttered a frightful howl of pain. The doctor, tod, caught a sharp stab in the finger. He smiled queerly. "I will be here with the remedy to morrow, Mr. Moore," he said. When the young physician appear ed as promised, with an impressive air he placed a little phial done up in elaborate coverings of cotton, silk and metal. Of course this was the radium, Moore decided. "Now, sir," said Doctor Parton, "I shall have to give you a light anaes thetic. Then I will apply the rem edy." To this Moore agreed. Once he was under the influence of the drug, the doctor took out a tiny pair of surgical pincers. He pressed the jaws of the instrument to the center of the ailing spot and ,drew out a needle. In some way the little tormentor had got under the flesh and this was the cause of the "fatal symptoms." Really and truly Doctor Parton nibbed the contents of the phial over the spot, so he could say later that he had applied "the remedy." arS'T1i:ifffiti-'fI''tiri,rji-l'-r 1 1 -rii n--Vir"ii,'r-'i -ry-- r l