There came a messenger at midnight one dark, stormy night, from a castle several miles distant. A letter to the Count from a certain Russian Prince, implored him to bring the American Doctor immediately to see his wife. The Count awoke the Doctor and told him that he would accompany him, if he would go; and he would esteem it a personal favor if he would attend the call. "Certainly, I will go," said Dr. Jones heartily, and he hastily prepared himself for the journey. The rain poured in torrents, and the heavy covered carriage in which they rode lumbered uncomfortably over the rough country roads. "You should introduce the horseless carriage into your country," said the Doctor as he bounced about upon his seat. "You would then agitate the subject of good roads." At last they reached their destination, and were hurried to the bedside of the suffering Princess. She was a woman of fifty-five, large and fleshy, sitting bolt upright in the middle of the bed. Her distress was terrible. The Doctor took the symptoms hurriedly as possible. They were: Violent palpitation of the heart. The bed fairly shook with the action of that organ. Expectorating large quantities of frothy blood. Breathing exceedingly labored; could not lie back in the least degree. Stomach and bowels enormously distended with gas; so much so that she could not lean forward at all. Eructations of gas in large quantities, which gave no relief; the least particle of food or drink excited these eructations. A very profuse cold sweat that saturated her clothing and bed. Great thirst, drinks little and often. Lower extremities restless, could not keep them quiet. Very nervous and despairing. Here was a terrible case, and the little Doctor studied it with the greatest possible care. He learned that the Princess had been an invalid for many years. She had taken vast quantities of crude drugs, and the time had come when her stomach rebelled and would tolerate no more drugging. The great physicians of Europe had been consulted, without permanent benefit. Her regular medical attendant, with his assistant, was now present. Dr. Jones was introduced to them, and such courtesies as were possible under the circumstances were extended by each. They gave such information as possible through the Count, and declared that the Princess must die within a few hours. They now stood powerless by, very curious and observant of everything the Doctor did. He had carefully written out the above symptoms, and now retired for a few moments with the Count to an adjoining room. The two Russian physicians were asked to join them, as a matter of professional courtesy. "This is a desperate affair," said the Count, "and I fear that your infinitesimals will do her very little good." "Don't be so sure, Sir Count. You may see something to-night that will remove your last remnant of unbelief," returned the Doctor, as he turned over the leaves of a materia medica that he had brought with him.