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HE operation had been a serious one in which life and death had hung in the balance. It was over now, and the boy who had lain white and still stirred uneasily, struggling to come back from the far away country of unconsciousness in which he had been wandering. He opened his eyes once or twice and looked about vaguely. Presently he recognized the face of the physician bending over him and spoke.

"Is it all over, doctor?" Wasdoctor? Was [sic] it worth while?"

"It is all over, Tom," the older man replied gently, "and it was very much worth while. You stood the test, and you are going to be well and strong soon."

It's a question we ask often, when we have been through a struggle or a mental or a moral or a physical trial, and it is a