The literary digest . y. I had done all I could, and1 told Mr. Dillon to take him out and headhim toward home. I hadnt asked wherethat home was. and 1 dont want to feel mighty sorry for his parents, or anyother r(>latives he may have. But what happened immediately there-after I learned from my friend young man hol)l)l(>d painfully to thedoor, and then he turned to Mr. Dillonto ask: Is that doctor really blind?Mr. Dillon informed him 1 was. I guess the fellow was pretty hard hithimself by that time, for he reached in hispocket, drew out a .?> lull, handed it toMr. Dil
The literary digest . y. I had done all I could, and1 told Mr. Dillon to take him out and headhim toward home. I hadnt asked wherethat home was. and 1 dont want to feel mighty sorry for his parents, or anyother r(>latives he may have. But what happened immediately there-after I learned from my friend young man hol)l)l(>d painfully to thedoor, and then he turned to Mr. Dillonto ask: Is that doctor really blind?Mr. Dillon informed him 1 was. I guess the fellow was pretty hard hithimself by that time, for he reached in hispocket, drew out a .?> lull, handed it toMr. Dillon to give to me. I dont knowwhere that five dollars came from, butI know where it w(>nt. It went to apractical charity. And then the doughty doctor, who isforty-four years old to-day. who has goneon refusing to be haiulicapped by the terrificaftliction which overcame him just as heglimpsed the future for which he hadstriven and worked, showed a dispositionto talk no more. The Literary Digest for March 15, 1919 83.
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