Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1908-09-06
XVI,
DR.. MORGAN Of Pen-y-Bont.

mo expense is to be spared" said Mr..
Lampirthy; 1.-The life Of this man must
be saved Get in any specialist you like.
I'll pay all expenses"
Father Francis was seriously i'll. With
in twelve hours after his return from
Aberllyn he complained of pains in his
chest and back. DR.. Parry was called in
and told the patient that he had an at
tack of influenza. But within a few
hours there were symptoms of pneu-
monia. The doctor said that possibly the
fierce ride on the motor car through the
night air was responsible for a chill. and
that the preachers body. worn out by
physical exertions and self-denials, was
too weak to fight against the most trifing
illness. Mr.. Lampirthy had been tele-
graphed for. The message had not been
sent by Mrs. Lampirthy. but by DR..
Parry.
II think we can save his life" the
doctor said. gravely. But there are
symptoms of brain fever. and possibly
his brain may suffer. May I wire for
Sir David Llewellyn from Cardiff. There
is no better man in London"
yes" Mr.. Lampirthy replied: "send
for him at once, and if there's another
doctor handy get him as well. One OF
you must be in constant attendance. You
can take 1t in turns. I'll make it worth
your while
There is Dr. Morgan at Pen-y-bont:
he is not very busy at this time of the
year.
Send for him at once"
The doctor sat down and wrote out two
kilograms. This case promised to be a
gold mine and he was glad to do good
turn to an old friend. There was only a
bare living to be picked up in this sparse
ly populated mountain district Of Wales,
patients. The fees for this case alone
might easily exceed all that he had
earned in the first six months of the year.
The kilograms were dispatched, and
from a distant station to the White Lion.
made his way up to Watersmeet.
How is your patient?" asked Mrs
Lampirthy.
He is very ill, He may die. and he
may lose his reason if he lives"
HE hadn't much to lose. poor fellow. -
Mrs. Lampirthy replied, with sickly
smile-the result of JOY battling will
pretended sorrow for the control Of her
features.
you think not % said Mr. I.ampirthy
"Ah. that reminds me that 7 want to
have q little business chat with you, Nio-
let. In your last letter.
She rose to her feet and pressed her
ndHuS 10 neT ears.
Don't talk to me of it now. she cried
Il won't listen to your lectures. I've
been worried enough. You're behaving
like a brute to me-"
Mr.. Lampirthy shrugged his shoulders
and left the room His wife dined alone
in her boudoir that night. and he con-
sumed his meal in the solitary grandeur
of the great banqueting hall. When he
had finished he lit a cigar and walked
through the village to the encampment
by the river.
He found the little colony of preachers
on their knees in the moonlight. Not a
word came from their lips, but he knew
the object of their prayers He did not
kneel with them but barred his head and
waited.
When at last, after a long silence. they
rose to their feet. he went among them
and spoke a few words of practical COM
fort. He told them that II human skill
and science were of any avail their
leader would be spared to them.
One young enthusiast rebuked him, say
ing that life and death were In the hands
of God alone.
True. my friend" Mr.. Lampirthy re.
piled. but man is expected to do the
best in his power. l have done my best
Go on with your prayers. Doubtless the.
are as valuable as anything / can give.
He turned and left them. and as he
neared the White Lion he heard the faiu,