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 he saw the doctor enter at the further end of the hall, accompanied by an assistant; the sister and a nurse followed him. They began the visit, pausing at every bed. This time of waiting seemed an eternity to the lad, and his anxiety increased at every step of the doctor. At length they arrived at the next bed. The doctor was an old man, tall and stooping, with a grave face. Before he left the next bed the boy rose to his feet, and when he approached he began to cry.

The doctor looked at him.

“He is the sick man's son”, said the sister;  “he arrived this morning from the country.”

The doctor placed one hand on his shoulder; then bent over the sick man, felt his pulse, touched his forehead, and asked a few questions of the sister, who replied, “There is nothing new”. Then he thought for a while and said, “Continue the present treatment.”

Then the boy took courage, and asked in a tearful voice, “What is the matter with my father?”

“Be brave, my boy,” replied the doctor, laying his hand on his shoulder once more;  “he has erysipelas of the face. It is a serious case, but there is still hope. Help him. Your presence may do him a great deal of good.”

“But he does not know me!” exclaimed the boy in a mournful tone.

“He will recognize you to-morrow, perhaps. Let us hope for the best and keep up our courage.”

The boy would have liked to ask some more questions, but he did not dare. The doctor passed on. And then he began his life of nurse. As he