e old man laid his hand on his shoulder.

'Nature puts noble hearts in very rough cases,' said Harson, his eyes
glistening as he spoke. 'You're a good fellow, but rather hasty. I didn't
say I would not assist the poor girl; on the contrary, you shall see that
I will. She has no doctor?'

'No.'

'No nurse?'

'No.'

Harson rang the bell. The house-keeper answered it.

'Martha, put on your things,' said Harson; 'I want you to sit up with a
sick person to-night. Bring a basket, and lights, and cups, and every
thing that's necessary for one who has nothing. I'll return in five
minutes; you must be ready by that time. Now then, Sir, come along; you
shall see what I'll do next.'

He went into the street, and walked rapidly on, turning one or two
corners, but without going far, and at last knocked at the door of a small
house.

'A very excellent fellow lives here,' said he to Kornicker; 'he's a
doctor; and if this girl can be saved he'll do it. Hark! there he comes. I
hear his step.'

The door was opened by the doctor himself, and a few words sufficed to
explain matters to him.

'I'll be ready in a minute,' said he, darting in the room and as suddenly
returning, struggling his way into the arms of a great-coat. 'Now then,'
exclaimed he, buttoning a single button, and dashing into the street,
'which way?'

'Where does she live?' asked Harson. 'I'll go back and bring the nurse.'

Kornicker told him, and was hurrying off, when Harson touched his arm, and
leading him a few steps aside, said in a low voice: 'You seem somewhat
straitened for money, Mr. Kornicker; I wish you would accept a loan from
me.' He extended a bank-note to him.

Kornicker buttoned his pockets up very closely, not omitting a single
button, and then replied coldly: 'I ask charity for others, not for
myself.'

'Come, come,' said Harson, kindly, 'you mustn't bear malice. I did not act
well toward you at first; you must forget it; and to show that you do so,
you must take this loan from me.'

'I don't wish to borrow,' replied Kornicker.

'Well, I'm sorry for it,' said Harson, taking his hand; 'but you're not
angry?'

'No no, old fellow; it's not an easy matter to keep angry with you; you're
a trump!'

'Perhaps you'll sup with me when we return?' said the old man, earnestly.

'I'll see how the girl is,' replied Kornicker; 'good bye. We're losing
time.'

Saying this, he shook hands with Harson, and joining the doctor, they set
out at a ra