boding that he, too, that hour next week, might need
quiet near a hospital. The "hot spell" was a true
spell, one upon men's spirits; for it was so hot that,
in suburban outskirts, golfers crept slowly back over
the low undulations of their club lands, abandoning
their matches and returning to shelter.

Even on such a day, sizzling work had to be done,
as in winter. There were glowing furnaces to be
stoked, liquid metals to be poured; but such tasks
found seasoned men standing to them; and in all the
city probably no brave soul challenged the heat more
gamely than Mrs. Adams did, when, in a corner of
her small and fiery kitchen, where all day long her
hired African immune cooked fiercely, she pressed
her husband's evening clothes with a hot iron. No
doubt she risked her life, but she risked it cheerfully
in so good and necessary a service for him. She
would have given her life for him at any time, and
both his and her own for her children.

Unconscious of her own heroism, she was surprised
to find herself rather faint when she finished her iron-
ing. However, she took heart to believe that the
clothes looked better, in spite of one or two scorched
places; and she carried them upstairs to her hus-
band's room before increasing blindness forced her to

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