er those good
men of God had spoken. And the crowd got frightened and ran hither and
thither,--to find their homes, I suppose--and in the darkness some
rushed against me, knocked me down, and--and--"

She shuddered, as she added, "I believe some others kicked me and
trampled upon me, and--"

"Are you hurt?" he cried anxiously. "Do you feel as if any bone was
broken, anywhere?"

She smiled back into his anxious face: "Hurt? not much! Certainly no
bones are broken. But I feel bruised and sore, and--so--"

She shivered, as she added: "so cold!"

He awoke to the immediate necessity for her to get out of her wet
clothes, and gently lifting her until she stood upon her feet, he said:

"Can you stand alone, do you think?"

"Let go your hold," she answered, "and I will see."

Very reluctantly George released his hold of her, though his eyes were
anxious, and his hands were stretched out within reach of her, lest she
should give way.

She put her hand to her head, as she said: "I feel a little dizzy, but
that will pass off."

"When did you eat anything last?" he inquired.

"Oh, I had a good breakfast, before I started out this morning. If I
could lie down somewhere,--and sleep--for I slept but badly last
night--I think I should soon be all right."

He explained that he could not find the man or wife of the house, but,
(pointing to a room beyond) he said:

"There is a bed there, and there are female clothes hanging in a recess
(they were there when I occupied the room) go in there, dear child."

She seemed but a child, to him, so sweet and innocent was her face.

"Divest yourself of every rag of your wet clothes (drop them out of the
window, and I will gather them up, and get them dry for you) chafe
yourself with the towels you will find in the room, then wrap yourself
in one of the sheets or rugs, and try and sleep."

"Ah, kind friend! How good you are!" she said, softly, a deep sense of
what she owed him, (for he had doubtless, she realized, saved her life)
moving her heart strangely.

With the shy, tender grace of a child, she caught his hand and kissed
it, leaving two great warm teardrops upon it, as she cried:

"May God reward you! You saved my life!"

Her long silken lashes held great quivering drops upon them. Her
hair--what swathes there were of it--had become loosened, and hung
about her in long, thick, wet tresses. Her cheeks were warmed to a
vivid tinting by the cordial, the excitement