Arizona republican., 1921-11-27
(copyriqht, 1921, by w. Werner.)

(Copyright, 1921, by w. Werner.)
 Io Fuller put her hand to her side. Ther was that queer feeling again, as though her heart had died in her bosom. She had had it for months and more, and more often lately. Her father had it and died of it Per- haps she would have been resigned is she had not happened at that moment to look down into the street two stories below and see boy with a basket of arbutus on his arm. Ar butts and springi After all, she was only twenty -seven, and she never had had any real joy in her life. They had been so poor while her father lived. and afterwards she had had to do all the earning. There had been six weary years of doing double duty going forth to win bread and com ing home to nurse a constantly fail- ing mother. No wonder her fair hair had a streak of gray in it over each temple Then suddenly she was alone, with bills to be paid in every direction. She had been able to pay them all. Only it was a pity that as soon as the last receipt was signed her great uncle Crosby Fuller's bequest should have come to her, too late. she had felt. to do her any good. It was her mother who had needed the money, and her mother was gone
 Now with that queer feeling at her heart she wondered what she should do with the money. She had no near relatives or intimate friends. She was thinking of leaving it all to a chill dren's home. when is suddenly oc- cured to her that she might perhaps ese a little of it to consult specialist.
 So when closing time came Jo went straight to the little brown house in the quiet street to see Dr. kerr1gan- It was a modest place, but when Jo looked into the physicians face she looked into the physician's face she eouality which did 1-ot need to blare forth its triumphs. Before he had spoken ten words to her she felt some how comforted and treasured, and glad she had come. The first thing she knew Jo was telling him the whole story. She stopped. Flushed and embarrassed, and, of course, the frescherous heart began to balk. The doctor laid his big. blunt fingers on her wavering pulse while he watched her face
 T don't mind so much dying" she breathed. ''as dying in the spring Somehow, you know, you always hope that this spring Is going to be different
 Tt is going to be different said the doctor. for you are gong 10 make an efford to have it so. You are going to find an interest in life. That's what you need, not medicine, not rest, not diversion. Let me de- scribe the situation to you as 1t is- Here you are woman who has fought her way up through all sorts of difficulties to certain success. Your position has cost you so dearly that when at last the means to lay-1t a sside arise you cannot bring your self to use them. You go on work 5nr because the order of your life has become habit. Every day brings the same routine, which you preform more and more mechanically. All the time your subconsciousness Is deval- opinr all sorts of eccentricities. one of these eccentricities is a fear or dy- ing of heart troubles just as your father did. Naturally your heart be- gins to register symptoms You need something to carry you away from yourself. to make you forget vour ego. You must have pig, fresh. new interest in life LOOK about YOU and see if you can't ma one and then come back and tell me about it-' ,,..,
 4 big. fresh, new interest In hfe. weiehted with the responsibility of fsndinr the impossible Jo fairly Staggered out of the doctors office
 lone moment, Miss Fuller It was .,,s Soctor's voice at her shoulder .sTt ~*a.- into my car there and let