"All right. I haven't got time to be bothered with you anyway. The sick people take my time." In a few minutes the 'phone rang again. "Dr. Blank, can you come over to the Woolson Hotel?" "Right away?" "Yes, if you can. There's a case here I've treated a little that I'm not satisfied about." "All right, Doctor, I'll be there in a few minutes." When he reached the hotel and had examined the patient he said, "He has smallpox." "I began to suspect that." "Not a bit of doubt of it." "The hotel is full of people--I'm afraid there'll be a panic." "We must get him out of here. We'll have to improvise a pest-house at once. I'll go and see about it." That evening about an hour after supper the doctor's daughter came hurriedly into the room where her mother was sitting. "Mother," she exclaimed, "there's an awful lot of people in the office, a regular mob and they're as mad as fury." "What about?" exclaimed her mother, startled. "They're mad at father for putting the tent for a smallpox patient down in their neighborhood." "Is he in the office now?" "He was there when I first went in but he isn't there just now. Father wasn't a bit disturbed, but I am. I got out of there. The mayor went into the office just as I came out." Uneasy, in spite of herself, Mary waited her husband's return. Ten o'clock, and he had not come. She went to the 'phone and called the office. The office man answered. "Where is the doctor?" "He was in here a few minutes ago, but there's a big fuss down at the smallpox tent and I think he's gone down there." Mary rang off and with nervous haste called the mayor's residence. "Is this Mr. Felton?" "Yes." "This is Mrs. Blank. I am very uneasy about the doctor, Mr. Felton. I hear he has just started down to the smallpox tent. Won't you please see that someone goes down at once?" "Yes, Mrs. Blank. I came from there a little while ago but they're mad at the doctor and I'll go right back. I'm not going to bed until I know everything's quieted down." "And you'll take others with you?" she pleaded, but the mayor was gone. Again she waited in great anxiety. The tent was too far away for her to go out into the night in search of him. Between eleven and twelve o'clock she heard footsteps. She rose and went to the door. Almost she expected to see her husband brought home on a stretcher. But there he came, walking with buoyant step. When he came in he kissed his anxious wife and then broke into a laugh. "My! how good that sounds! I heard of the mob and have been frightened out of my wits." "They've quieted down now. There wasn't a bit of sense in what they did." "Well, I don't know that one can really blame them for not wanting smallpox brought into the neighborhood. Couldn't you have taken the tent farther out?"