Year: 1873

A Life Sketch.


Arthur Latour, at the age of four
and-twenty, was about as low-spirited
and discontented ae man could be and
yet his fair-weather friends accounted
him the "most fortunate dog in exis-
tence." He had only himself in the
wide world to care for, and his store of
material wealth was greater than he
could ever fairly spend. He had been
an only child, and his parents had died
when he was boy at school, leaving
him afortune of hundreds of thousands.
The guardian appointed to care for the
heir and for-the property had been
faithful, and at the age of one-and-
twenty the youth, fresh from college.
stepped into the life of manhood and
into full possession of more than half
million of dollsrs. Those who had
known with what honors Arthur gradua-
ted at college predicted for him use
full and manly life; but he had sadly
disappointed them. He had not been
seriously dissipated, nor had he been
criminally reckless in any direction.
He had sought pleasure in the glare and
glitter of fashionable society-he had
given himself to the work of gathering
Joy from the feeting hours of trivial
amusement-he had thrown the whole
of himself into the whirlpool of aim
less feasting and excitement-and in
the end he had become heart-sick and
melancholy, with no new Joy at hand,
and with an utter disrelish for the old
ones.


Only three years of this bewildering,
enervating life, and we find Arthur La
tour completely miserable and detected
not physically PROSTATE, but mentally
and morally broken. He sat in his
sumptuously furnished apartment of q
private hotel where he had taken up
his quarters-sat in dressing-robe and
slippers-thrown back in q great lolling-
chair, with his head resting upon his
hand. He had handsome face, and
the broad, full brow, with it's crown of
clustering nut-brown curls, was indica-
tive of more than common intellect.
His frame was not robust, but it was
manly, and of faultless proportions.
AS he sat thus a rap sounded upon his
door, and he bade the applicant enter.


We'll, well, my boy,-how do you
find yourself to-day?"


1t was cheerful voice, mellow and
hearty, and new light and warmth
seemed to pervade the room as it's own
er entered. He was portly, pleasant
faced man, with the silvering Of three
score years upon his head, and the
stamp of broad experience in look and
bearing 1t was Doctor Samuel Tapley.
He had been the family physician in
the other years--he had been Arthur's
guardian during his minority-and he
had ministered to the needs of the
youth since when called upon.


"My. dear Doctor" said Arthur,
raising himself to an upright posture
with an effort, "T'm glad you've come.
[ am growing worse"


"What is the matter now, my boy p"


The same as before, only more of it.
You told me, two days ago, that you
would try to find tonic that would give
new tonS to my depleted system. Have
you found it?"


DIR. Tapley sat down, and regarded
his patient while in silence. When
he spoke there was seriousness in his
tone, and seriousness in his look. but
the voice was kindly and cheerful.


my dear boy, have been on the
lookout since I saw you last, and I
think [ have found an application which
will be of benefit to you"


Have you brought it with youT


No--you must go with me and re-
ceive it at head quarters"