At last, Andrew Manson had some sense of satisfaction. He had saved a precious life. He was a young doctor. Being a doctor, it was his duty to save a life. He saved not one but two lives. First of all, he gave a new lease of life to Susan Morgan. He brought her to safety. But his most creditable work was the saving of Susan’s child. The nurse had put the stillborn child into a heap of old newspapers beneath the bed. She had almost considered him dead. The saving of the child from the sure jaws of death was nothing less than a miracle. Doctor Andrew Manson was able to perform that miracle. He felt contented that at last he had done something real. He gave a new lease of life to the new born of Susan Morgan.

Andrew Manson had done his duty. It was nearly midnight. He found Joe Morgan waiting for him. His wife needed immediate help. Andrew lost no time. He had no idea that this night call would prove unusual. He took no time in deciding what he should do first. First he saved the mother who lay collapsed, almost pulseless. Then he made frantic and heroic efforts to save the child. He performed nothing less than a miracle. He felt relieved and satisfied after doing it.