The Birmingham age-herald., 1907-07-07

She helped me-perhaps she would like to help you, too-if our little story could cd that"
 q am sure she would, sir" answered Harreu. If you please. l think I would like to hear 1t all" His voice was gentler than it had been for years
 You see?" continued Wallingford fn- ally, my wife and l were very poor, as 1 have said. We lived here In this same little fiat, excepting that we had not funds to rent more than two rooms-not these, but the kitchen and little room adjoining. We ate and cooked and slept in that space. It hard situation fo" woman gently reared, who had been used to other associations"
 Wallingford's face grew serious. as did also HarrelPs. who sat thinking of the house he had left behind him. The silk en draped halls of false silences which he had set up as his asylum
 "One week, MT. Harrell, we had just two dollars for our rent and our living. 1t was but a very few cents we could spend for food You do not know about such matters. You may have heard about such things, read of them, but you do not know about them"
 By love. I have no right to complaint" exclaimed Harrell, smitng his hand upon his knee.
 s much right as I. and as much as you replied the physician. ''I was not 1t to survive, but survived"
 "Yes, and my success for your survival that trade would go if we could make itn' .Harrell's eyes were shining now. "Go on." he demanded.
 "We had no money and no furniture" continued Walllngford. half musingly. We had no table We ate from board resting upon two chair backs. But every morning when that hour of blackness nar Uyln hot fc ttfha I was ready to curse God that he had left me a coward-why, then my wife would get up and begin the day; and she began 1t with smile and q song l did not deserve 1t, but never in those cruel times. l tell you, did l ever see anything but smile upon wife's face, though that were upon the blackest morning. Now explain that to me, Mir. Harrell, under the laws of your life"
 Harrell turned hls face to the window the two remained silent for time "I came to the right place" remarked Harrel, at length I'm glad came. Yes. I'm glad"
 Have you been very unhappy, MT. Harrel?' asked the doctor.
 Harrell turned mute look upon him in reply.
 "I do not compare my life with yours" went on Wallingford. T do not say to you that you ought to be happy because
 
 least happy. In time their messengers lie to them. They cease to be in touch with the real world with actual life. I do not boastfully call myself happy I am sim ply not unhappy. You see. we did hang out our little shingle again. Some days l have a number of calls. I am able now to carry life insurance of $50O0 Not much. but better than none. My wife Is a least comfortable, and for that thank Godr'
 And you say you are not successl" broke in Harrell
 "f said that I was not specialist" corrected Wallingford. smiling.
 You are the greatest specialist in the city of New York; rejoined Farrell im- pulsively
 Wallingford appeared not to hear him.
 Are you a married man yourself, Mir. Harrell?" he asked
 Yes and married to as good a woman as ever lived. She is away now-been away for three months or so. Some way. of late I did not care to have any one around Perhaps I have been a bit in- different. You know"
 aI presume you have been very busy"