Mr. Bradley had a very serious case of nerves. The cares and worries of his tremendous business interests reacted on his disposition to such an extent that he stayed in a perpetual state of ill nature. Everything seemed to go wrong, and nothing whatever pleased him. One day, Mr. Bradley set out to keep a business engagement, in his automobile. The car broke down on a lonely country road, and Mr. Bradley, after telling the chauffeur exactly what he thought of him, decided to walk the balance of the distance. After he had taken out a portion of his spleen on a wasps' nest, with somewhat unforeseen results, Mr. Bradley lost his way. After wandering about for some time, he met Freckles. Freckles was sitting beside a stream fishing. When Mr. Bradley angrily demanded that he be set upon his proper road at once, Freckles commanded him to keep back from the bank, lest he spoil the fishing. Mr. Bradley's wild anger was suddenly quieted by the sudden catching of a fish on Freckles' part. Interes