Years ago, in Central New York, lived a Dr. Delamater, a noted
surgeon. It was before the days of anesthetics. A woman patient
consulted him, and after examination he told her, with tears in
his eyes, that a painful and dangerous operation was necessary.
“Proceed,” said the woman. The surgeon’s success was complete.
“Weren’t you afraid when you saw the surgeon affected so?” she
was asked later. “No,” she said, “that was what helped me. Those
tears assured me that the doctor was as tender-hearted as he was
skilful. I could trust such a man.” (Text.)
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