dog's life for me. No one but you could stand it. Besides I've too plaguy a temper."
"You're all right," said the doctor. "Though you must not go in for 'hammering' our boys! You get on well enough with people when you like, and for God's sake, do like, old man." And he went to the window and looked across the valley, and away into the middle of next month.
His wife placed a hand on his arm.
"Is not your heart outside rather than in?" she whispered, looking with a shade of sadness into his eyes.
He bent down and kissed her.
"My dear, I could not love my work as I do, if I did not love my God and you the more."
The wife's eyes filled with tears; she tried to understand, and could not.
The sacrifices we make are easier for ourselves than for those who love us. The woman, whose whole life it is to spend herself for others, rebels when she sees her husband expending half his energies so.
Meetings were held. Larry and Travers were appointed co-managers. Head men, who had for some time virtually held office, were duly appointed; nominated by the vote of the men and women, and approved by the doctor as president.
The announcement of the intended departure was received with regret and concern. The doctor's personality, to a greater extent than he realized, had conduced to the harmonious working of his plans.
His son-in-law was admired as a visitor. The villagers opened their eyes as he "cleared" their hedges and ditches, appearing and disappearing like a meteor of the plains.
The doctor had his misgivings. Earnest injunctions
