A Letter of Destiny

to—morrow, Master, and see a doctor about yourself.’

“ I went and did not stand upon the order of my going. Mrs. Williamson is She-Who—Must—Be-Obeyed. She has an inconvenient habit of making you realize that she is exactly right, and that you would be all kinds of a fool if you didn’t take her advice. You feel that what she thinks to-day you will think to—morrow.

“ In Charlottetown I consulted a doc- tor. He punched and pounded me, and poked things at me and listened at the other end of them; and finally he said I must stop work ‘ immejutly and to onct ’ and hie me straightway to a climate not afflicted with the north—east winds of Prince Edward Island in the spring. I am not to be allowed to do any work until the fall. Such was his dictum and Mrs. Williamson enforces it.

“ I shall teach this week out and then the spring vacation of three weeks begins. 1 want you to come over and take my

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