The strong man it strangles.

The doctors it laughs at.
All that medical science could command was brought to the bedside of Grant Harlson.

The doctor, his friend, called in the wisest of associates in consultation, and as for care--there was Jean! He was cared for as the angels might care for a wandering soul.

But the big man in the bed tossed and muttered, and looked at Jean appealingly, and grew worse.

The strength seemed going from him at last--from him, the bulwark of us all.
All that science could do was done.