“No, there is none,” he said, “and none nearer than—street, that I know of. But,” a bright idea suddenly occurring to him, “the City Hospital is near by; it’ll take no longer to get him there than to get a physician here, and they have every facility there for every kind of treatment.” This plan seemed the most feasible of any, and accordingly the young doctor was warmly wrapped in blankets, a carriage hastily summoned, and both the proprietor and his clerk accompanied him to the hospital. Immediately on their arrival, the most energetic measures were adopted for the man’s recovery, although the attending physicians looked grave and doubtful as they remarked the failing condition of their patient. They gave him hypodermic injections of ether and brandy, besides administering other remedies. His stomach was emptied of its contents, and then a tube, connected with a great jar of oxygen, was inserted in his mouth, so that he could breathe pure oxygen instead of air. But all these efforts proved unavailing, and the doctors then held a hurried consultation as to whether it would be wise and best to try, as a last resort, the transfusion of blood. “He cannot live as he is—it is his only chance, and it is worth trying—if we can find any one who is willing to give up blood enough to save him,” the head physician remarked, as he regarded with a sorrowful glance the splendid physique and intellectual face of the man before him. He wanted to save his life, and he would gladly have given all that was necessary of his own blood, but he knew that he alone could perform that delicate and difficult operation successfully. Then they began a hunt for some strong, well person among the nurses, who would sacrifice some of his life-current. But it seemed likely to prove a fruitless search, as no one appeared willing to submit to the experiment of having his veins opened for the benefit of another. One man sullenly muttered that he “hadn’t any more blood than he needed himself.” Others stared vacantly at the doctor, then shook their heads, turned on their heels and walked away, and it seemed as if the undertaking must be relinquished and the patient left to die; he seemed very near death now, for every time he drew in a breath of oxygen his body shook like a leaf. “What shall we do? I cannot let him die,” the physician cried in an agony of anxiety, for every moment was precious. He turned away in disgust from the strong men who had refused his appeal, walked to the door and looked out into the long corridor. No one was in sight, but the next moment a light step in the distance warned him that some one was approaching, and then one of the nurses from the women’s department came tripping around the corner from another hall. “Ah, Dr. Hunt!” she exclaimed, as she caught sight of him, “I was just seeking you—the head nurse in ward twelve wants you to come there immediately—a new and critical case has just arrived.”