ices, mingled heartfelt expressions of sorrow with
theirs. The clergymen declined to intrude upon the saddened household,
until they could be of some service, so the worshippers returned as they
went.

Mr. Bangs and the doctor were the lights of the dinner table, their
professional acquaintance with all sorts of trouble hindering them from
being overcome by anything of the kind. The former had sent for Mr.
Rigby, and had placed the two prisoners in his charge, thus releasing
Timotheus and Ben Toner. The latter reported that his patient was
restored to animation, but this restoration was accompanied with fear
and delirium, the effects of which on a rapidly enfeebled body he
greatly dreaded. If he could keep down the cerebral excitement, all
might be well, and for this he depended much on the presence with the
sufferer of his friend, Mr. Wilkinson. Just as he said this, the
dominie's voice was heard calling for assistance, and the doctor and the
Squire sprang upstairs. The patient had broken his bandages, and was
sitting up fighting with his attendant, whom in his delirium he
identified with Rawdon. It was almost ludicrous to hear him cry, as he
clutched at Wilkinson's throat: "Ah, Grinstuns, you double-dyed villain,
I've got you now. No more free circus for you, Grinstuns!" With
difficulty the three men got him down, and bandaged him again; but his
struggles were so violent that they feared for his life. He recognized
none of them. Little Marjorie heard his loud shouts, and ran to save her
friend from his murderers, as she thought them to be. The Squire would
have repelled her intrusion angrily, but Doctor Halbert said: "Come,
little girl, and tell your poor friend he must be quiet, if he wants to
live for you and the rest of us." It is hard to say what prompted her,
but she took out a little tear-soaked handkerchief and laid it on
Coristine's shoulder, calling, "Eugene, you silly boy". The silly boy
closed his staring eyes, and then opened them again upon the child. "Is
that you, pet Marjorie?" he asked feebly; and she sobbed out: "Yes,
Eugene dear, it's me; I've come to help you to get well."

"Thank you, Marjorie; have I been sick long?"

"No, just a little while; but the doctor says you must be very very
still, and do just what you're told. Will you, Eugene?"

"Yes; where's your cousin, Marjorie?"

"Can you turn your head? If you can, put it down, and I'll whisper
something in your very own ear. Now listen! don'