She had stubbornly resisted every suggestion to see her husband or allow him to see the child. The Doctor had managed twice to give Jim an hour with the baby while she had gone to Asheville on shopping trips. He was rewarded for his trouble in the devotion with which the young father worshiped his son. The Doctor watched the slumbering fires kindle in the man's deep blue eyes with increasing wonder at the strength and tenderness of his newfound soul. Jim had completed the furnishing of the bungalow with the advice and guidance of his friend, and every room stood ready and waiting for its mistress. He had insisted on making every piece of furniture for Mary's room and the nursery adjoining. The Doctor was amazed at the mechanical genius he displayed in its construction. He had taken a month's instruction at a cabinet maker's in Asheville and the bed, bureau, tables and chairs which he had turned out were astonishingly beautiful. Their lines were copied from old models and each piece was a work of art. The iron work was even more tastefully and beautifully wrought. He had toiled day and night with an enthusiasm and patience that gave the physician a new revelation in the possibility of the development of human character. His friend came at last with a cheering message. He began smilingly: “I'm going to make the big fight today, boy, to get her to see you.” “You think she will?” “There's a good chance. Her savings have all been used up from her bank account in New York. She is determined to go to her father in Kentucky. I'll have a talk with her, bring her over to the bungalow, show her through it on the pretext of its model construction and then you can tell her that you built it with your own hands for her and the baby. You might be loafing around the place about that time.” Jim's hand was suddenly lifted. “I got ye, Doc, I got ye! I'll be there--all day.” “Don't let her see you until I give the signal.” “Caution's my name.” “We'll see what happens.” Jim pressed close. “Say, Doc, if you know how to pray, I wish you'd send up a little word for me while you're talkin' to her. Could ye now?” “I'll do my best for you, boy--and I think you've got a chance. She's been watching the blue eyes of that baby lately with a rather curious look of unrest.” “They're just like mine, ain't they?” Jim broke in with pride. “Time has softened the old hurt,” the Doctor went on. “The boy may win for you----” The square jaw came together with a smash. “Gee--I hope so. I'll wait there all day for you and I'm goin' to try my own hand at a little prayer or two on the side while I'm waiting. Maybe God'll think He's hit me hard enough by this time to give me another trial.” With a friendly wave of his hand the Doctor hurried home.