Cheery, bustling, kindly Father O’Grady runs up the hospital steps, and is met in the entrance hall by our ardent young operator. “Sorry to bother you, father, but one of your people here who has a compound fracture of the thigh refuses to undergo the necessary operation to save his life.” “Won’t have his leg off, I suppose?” said the priest. “Just so.” “Is it _really_ necessary, doctor dear?” “Decidedly, and I wouldn’t answer for his living the week out if it isn’t done at once.” And the surgeon looked as dogmatic and authoritative as though he were the President of the College of Surgeons himself. The good priest looked at this youth, only just turned twenty-two, and wondered, if he were older and wiser, with the knowledge that comes not from books and lectures, but from experience and meditation, the true correctives for so many medical theories—wondered if he would be as positive as he was now. “You are sure you couldn’t save his leg anyhow?” “Quite sure.” It was not for the good clergyman to argue the case, so he went to the couch on which lay the crushed form of his suffering countryman and co-religionist, bent over him and whispered loving words in his ear, and commanded him in the name of the Church to submit to lose his limb that his life might be saved, as the doctors desired. Without another word of resistance the man obeyed, and gave the surgeon permission to do as he would with him. The good priest blessed the man, and, with tears in his eyes, turning to the grateful young doctor, said in a whisper,— “But I hope it is really necessary.” “Oh, certainly, father, or I wouldn’t think of it.” His reverence did not seem quite so convinced on that score as he might have been, and left the place with a sigh. A message was immediately sent to the visiting surgeon of the week, who lived close by and who had long promised the young doctor “something good before he went off.” He soon arrived, approved of Wilson’s suggestion, and congratulated him on his “opportunity,” for he was an amiable and benevolent teacher, who liked his pupils “to feel their feet” as he used to say.