"That gentleman you're with is sick. He wants you to come to his room as soon as you are through breakfast."

 

Harry did not wait to finish, but got up from the table at once, and went up to his employer's room.

 

"Are you sick, sir?" he inquired, anxiously.

 

The professor's face was flushed, and he was tossing about in bed.

 

"Yes," he answered. "I am afraid I am threatened with a fever."

 

"I hope not, sir."

 

"I am subject to fevers; but I hope I might not have another for some time to come. I must have caught cold yesterday, and the result is, that I am sick this morning."

 

"What can I do for you, sir?"

 

"I should like to have you go for the doctor. Inquire of the landlord who is the best in the village."

 

"I will go at once."

 

On inquiry, our hero was informed that Dr. Parker was the most trusted physician in the neighborhood, and he proceeded to his house at once. The doctor was, fortunately, still at home, and answered the summons immediately. He felt the sick man's pulse, asked him a variety of questions, and finally announced his opinion.

 

"You are about to have a fever," he said, "if, indeed, the fever has not already set in."

 

"A serious fever, doctor?" asked the sick man, anxiously.

 

"I cannot yet determine."

 

"Do you think I shall be long sick?"

 

"That, also, is uncertain. I suppose you will be likely to be detained here a fortnight, at least."

 

"I wish I could go home."

 

"It would not be safe for you to travel, under present circumstances."

 

"If I were at home, I could be under my wife's care."

 

"Can't she come here?"

 

"She has three young children. It would be difficult for her to leave them."

 

"Who is the boy that called at my house?"

 

"Harry Walton. He is my assistant--takes money at the door, and helps me other ways."

 

"Is he trustworthy?"

 

"I have always found him so."

 

"Why can't he, attend upon you?"

 

"I mean to retain him with me--that is, if he will stay. It will be dull work for a boy of his age."

 

"You can obtain a nurse, besides, if needful."

 

"You had better engage one for me, as I cannot confine him here all the time."

 

"I will do so. I know of one, skillful and experienced, who is just now at leisure. I will send her round here this morning."

 

"What is her name?"

 

"Not a very romantic one--Betsy Chase."

 

"I suppose that doesn't prevent her being a good nurse," said the professor, smiling.

 

"Not at all."

 

Here Harry entered the room.

 

"Harry," said the professor, "the doctor tells me I am going to be sick."

 

"I am very sorry, sir," said our hero, with an air of concern.

 

"I shall probably be detained here at least a fortnight. Are you willing to remain with me?"

 

"Certainly, sir. I should not think of leaving you, sick and alone, if you desired me to stay. I hope I can make myself useful to you."

 

"You can. I shall need you to do errands for me, and to sit with me a part of the time."

 

"I shall be very willing to do so, sir."

 

"You will probably find it dull."

 

"Not so dull as you will find it, sir. The time must seem very long to you, lying on that bed."

 

"I suppose it will; but that can't be helped."

 

"A nurse will be here this afternoon," said the doctor.

 

"Until she comes, you will be in attendance here."

 

"Yes, sir."

 

"I will direct you what to do, and how often to administer the medicines. Can remember?"

 

"Yes, sir, I shall not forget."

 

Dr. Parker here gave Harry minute instructions, which need not be repeated, since they were altogether of a professional nature.

 

After the doctor was gone, Professor Henderson said:

 

"As soon as the nurse comes, I shall want you to ride over to the next town, Carmansville, and countermand the notices for an exhibition to-night. I shall not be ............