She thought, and truly, that her mother failed to appreciate him.

While Evelyn waited the doctor subjected his patient to a thorough examination, not only feeling his pulse, listening to the beating of his heart, sounding his lungs and looking at his tongue, but cross-questioning him closely, his face growing graver with every reply elicited.

“You have told me everything?” he inquired at length.

“Yes, I think so; every symptom that I can recall at this moment.  And now, doctor, I want you to be equally frank with me; tell me exactly what you think of my case.”

“I cannot hold out any hope of recovery,” was the unwilling reply; “but there is little, if any, immediate danger.”

“You but confirm my own impressions,” said Mr. Leland quietly.  “But I would have a clearer understanding of your verdict; do you mean that I may have years of invalidism before me, or that a few weeks or months must bring the end?”

“You really desire to know the worst, my dear sir?” returned the physician inquiringly, a look of deep sympathy on his kindly face.

“I do,” was the calmly resolute reply; “let me know the worst and face it in the strength God gives to His children according to their day.”

“Then, my dear sir, I will be plain with you; but bear in mind that I lay no claim to infallibility; I may err in judgment, but I see no reason to hope that your life on earth will be prolonged for more than three months at the farthest, and I much fear the end may come in less than half that time.”

The doctor could not at first judge of the full effect of his words, for Mr. Leland sat with his face half hidden in his hand.

For a moment a deathlike stillness reigned in the room; then Dr. Taylor said, low and feelingly, “You are a Christian, my dear sir, and for you dying will be but going home to a brighter and better world.”

“Yes,” was the reply, “and your tidings would have no terrors for me were it not—­for those who must be left behind; but oh, the parting from helpless dear ones for whom my care and protection seems so necessary!—­that is the bitterness of death!”

“’Leave thy fatherless children, I will preserve them alive; and let thy widows trust in Me,’” quoted the physician in sympathizing tones.

“Yes, yes; thank God for that precious promise!” exclaimed Mr. Leland.  “And you, doctor, for reminding me of it,” he added, stretching out a hand to his kind comforter.

It was taken in a warm grasp and held for a moment while other of the many sweet and comforting promises of God’s Word were recalled to the mind of the sufferer, to his great consolation.

“I would it were in my power,” the doctor said at length, “to hold out to you any hope of restoration to health.  I cannot do that, but will write you a prescription which will, I trust, by God’s blessing, give relief to some of the most distressing symptoms.”