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Show HIS OLD FATHER SATISFIED. Twenty years ago a discouraged youug doctor In one of our large cities . was visited once by his old father, who came up from a rural district to look after "his bov. ' Well, son." he said, "how are you getting along?" "I'm red getting along at all,' was the disheartened answer. "I'm not doing a thing.' The old man's countenance fell, but ho &poko of courage and patience and perseverance. lnter in the day ho went with his son to tho ' Free Dispensary." Dis-pensary." where the young doctor had an unsalaried position and , whore ho spent an hour or more OTery day. The father sal by, a silent but in teusely interested spectator, while 25 poor unfortunates received help. The doctor forgot his visitor while he bent his skilled energies to this task; but hardly had the door closed on the last patient, when tho old taian burst forth: "I thought you told me that you were not doing anything! Why, if I had helped twenty-flvc people in a month as much ns you have in one morning. I would thank God that my life counted foromethlng " , "There Isn't any money in it. i though," explained tho son somewhat abashel . "Money;" tho old man shouted, still scornfully "Money! What is money in comparison with InMng of use to your fellow ineu? Never mind about money; you go right along at this work every day. I'll go back to tho farm, and gladly earn money enough to support yon aa long as I live yes, and sleep sound every night with the thought that I have helped you to help your fellow-men." Chicago Advance. Ad-vance. National Mgar.lne t August. |