"i Have Been Quite Ill With A Cold

and last Sunday ve sent for a doctor. He Iive3 seven miles from here, and fiag {p, drive, trpugh tUe woods three ui Hou. As he was coming down he eaw a mover's - emigrant's - wagon camped in the woods at one side. As he got near a woman mptioned lii{n fa stop, ulij he said hu uevei' saw sueh a sad face as she had. She bad a baby in her arms, and she wanted the doctor to come and see her husband and little girl, seven years old, bpth vpvy sick in that wftgon, lylng on the bottom with only two old blankets under them. ■ ,4 "The man had typhoid fever and the iittle girl pneumonía. The doctor gft!4 he never saw svich a pitiful sight, and he cried as he trled to teil it to me, The poor woman was nearly starved to death, and it was cold- no shelter but the timber. She had just flfty cents left, which she offerec' to the doctor for medicine. He wou: cl not take it, of course. "After he told me I ealled Emma and the minister, who boards wlth us. One went one way, and one another, and gathered supplles. Everybody responded. The minister got an express wagon and had it loaded wlth bedclothes,, wearing clothes and things to eat - sack of potatoes, sack of apples, fresh meat, coffee, tea, sugar, eanned frult, and lots of other things- a heapIng 'cargo.' "When the doctor went back, he stopped and hitched his team to the sick family's wagon and moved them on to Randolph, where he Uves. ín the same spirit as that of the good Samarltan, he hi-red two furnished rooms for a month. He got some men to help hlm, and they lifted the sick man from the old wagon to a comfortable bed, and laid the little girl in a cot by herself. "The people up there wouid not be outdone by our people In giving, and the doctor Said he thought they had enough to last them all winter, and that he belleved the man would get well. He declared he never saw people so grateful as that man and hls wife were. The next day, or tbat r.ight- in the night- it turned cold and storrced, but the doctor had, as I have said, the famlly all sheltered, and as comfortable as any one could be." A monument on the Public Garden ;n Boston perpetuates the memory of one of the good Samaritans of science; the histories and deeds of the good Samaritans of humble life are rarely written; but an observer - like the writer of the above interesting letter -can find them in every town and villaee of the land.