be following the plough."

The minister looked at him thoughtfully.

"A man can only do his best, Horace," he said kindly.



CHAPTER IX
THE LIVE WIRE

"Who is this young gentleman or lady?" Dr. Clay asked of
Pearlie Watson one day when he met her wheeling a baby
carriage with an abnormally fat baby in it.

"This is the Czar of all the Rooshia," Pearl answered
gravely, "and I'm his body-guard."

The doctor's face showed no surprise as he stepped back
to get a better look at the czar, who began to squirm at
the delay.

"See the green plush on his kerridge," Pearl said proudly,
"and every stitch he has on is hand-made, and was did
for him, too, and he's fed every three hours, rain or
shine, hit or miss."

"Think of that!" the doctor exclaimed with emphasis, "and
yet some people tell us that the Czar has a hard time of
it."