THE ART OF DOCTOR JAMIESON Eleazar proved a faithful messenger once more.

Before the evening shadows had greatly lengthened, three figures appeared at the lower end of the approach to Tallwoods mansion house.

Jeanne, as usual looking out from their window, saw these.
"It is the old man, Madame," she commented.

"And yes, _Monsieur le Docteur_ at last--thank the _Bon Dieu_! But one other--who is that ?" [Illustration: "It is the old man, Madame," commented Jeanne.] It was a very worn and weary doctor who presently swung out of his saddle at the gallery step.

His clothing was stained with mud, his very shoulders drooping with fatigue.