The young American girl believed she had a future in opera, and for some time labored diligently in the chorus, striving all the time for advancement. Her sweetheart urged her to quit the stage and marry him, but the girl declaring that her art came first, goes with the company, having been promised a better position. The management kept its word with her, but on the night she first appeared as a principal, misfortune came. While singing her solo her voice suddenly failed her, and just at the moment when things appeared the brightest she found her stage career was over. Brokenhearted, she returned to the poor quarters she occupied with a girl friend, and longed for death to free her. Day by day she grew weaker and soon a strange fancy possessed her. From her bed she could see a vine outside her window. It was autumn and day by day the leaves were falling. The girl was convinced that the vine was a token, and that when the last leaf fluttered to the ground her soul would pass away. Too weak to write herself, she dictated a letter to her fiancé telling him of the vine. Her chum who acted as amanuensis went weeping down the hall with the letter, and as she passed the door of the next room a kindhearted old artist, who lived there, beard her and his sympathy won her confidence. Without telling anyone of his plan the artist cabled to the man in America, signing the girl’s name and urging him to come at once. Then knowing the influence of mind over matter, he watched the vine daily. The leaves continued to fall until there was only one left, but that seemed particularly hardy. Wind and snow and sleet had no effect upon it and when the young man arrived it was still there. By this time the girl was still recovering from her morbid fancies and was glad to cling to life. Her fiancé looked at the vine and his keen eyes noticed that the last leaf was painted on the wall and the artist confessed that he had drawn it to save the life of a winsome girl.