"I'll fix that in a second," said he, and he did, although he thought it odd that there were no signs of any inflammation. He was not aware that one of the most cherished and fascinating accomplishments of Miss Barbett during her childhood had been her ability to throw her wrist out of joint. She could throw any of her joints out of place, but she properly chose her wrist upon this occasion as being the better joint to intrust to a young physician. If Jack had known that until his coming her wrist had been all right, and that it had not become disjointed until he rang the front door bell of the Barbett house, he might not have been so pleased as he entered the item against Judge Barbett in his book, nor would he have wondered at the lack of inflammation. So it went. The Hicks's cook was suddenly taken ill--Mollie Hicks gave her a dollar to do it--and Jack was summoned. The Tarletons' coachman was kept out on a wet night for two hours by Janette Tarleton, and very properly contracted a cold, for which the young woman made herself responsible, and Doctor Barkis was called in. Then the society itself discovered many a case among the worthy poor needing immediate medical treatment from Barkis, M.D., and, although Jack wished to make no charge, insisted that he should, and threatened to employ some one else if he didn't. By degrees a practice resulted from this conspiracy of the S.F.M.E., and then a municipal election came along, and each candidate for the Mayoralty was given quietly to understand by parties representing the S.F.M.E., that unless Jack Barkis was made health officer of the city he'd better look out for himself, and while both candidates vowed they had made no pledges, each had sworn ten days before election-day by all that was holy that Barkis should have this eighteen-hundred-dollar office--and he got it! Young women may not vote, but they have influence in small cities. At the end of the second year of the S.F.M.E.'s resolve that Barkis must be cared for he was in receipt of nearly twenty-eight hundred dollars a year, could afford a gig, and so command a practice; and having obtained his start, his own abilities took care of the rest. And then what did Jack Barkis, M.D., do? When luxuries began to manifest themselves in his home--indeed, when he found himself able to rent a better one--whom did he ask to share its joys with him? Miss Daisy Peters, who had dosed her dog that he might profit? No, indeed! Miss Betsy Barbett, who disfigured her fair wrist in his behalf? Alas, no! Miss Hicks, who had spent a dollar to bribe a cook that he might earn two? No, the ungrateful wretch! Any member of the S.F.M.E.? I regret to say not. He went and married a girl from Los Angeles, whom he met on one of the summer vacations the S.F.M.E. had put within his reach--a girl from whom no portion of his measure of prosperity had come.