Would he live to see the Indian summer days, the smoky haze, the purple asters?
Lane was admitted at once into the office of Doctor Bronson, a little, gray, slight man with shrewd, kind eyes and a thoughtful brow.

For years he had been a friend as well as physician to the Lanes, and he had always liked Daren.

His surprise was great and his welcome warm.
But a moment later he gazed at Lane with piercing eyes.
"Look here, boy, did you go to the bad over there ?" he demanded.
"How do you mean, Doctor ?" "Did you let down--debase yourself morally ?" "No.

But I went to the bad physically and spiritually." "I see that.

I don't like the color of your face....