ly, but
must talk as little as possible."

Four or five times during the next seven or eight hours the sick man's
eyes compelled Fannie to say: "I don't know why he doesn't come." And at
evening with an open note in her hand, a smile on her lips, and a new
loneliness in her heart, she announced: "He says he will be here early
in the morning."

Mr. Bulger was large, heavy, and clean-shaven, as became a capitalist;
but his overcoat was buff, with a wide trimming of fur, and his yellow
hair was parted in the back and perfumed. March did not mind this, but
he was truly sorry to notice, very quickly, that his companion's
knowledge of horses was mostly a newspaper knowledge. While Mr. Bulger
quoted turf records, John said to himself:

"Wonder how far he'll drive before he sees his nigh horse is sick."

But very soon the owner of the team remarked: "The mare seems droopy."

"Yes, Mr. Bulger," replied John, almost explosively, "she's going to be
a very sick animal before you can get her back to the stable, if you
ever get her back at all. If we don't do the right thing right off,
you'll lose her. I wouldn't stop them, sir. My conscience! don't let her
stand here, or she'll be so stiff, directly, you can't make her go!"

"Yes, I guess you're right," said Bulger, moving on. "If I can just get
her home and out of harness and let her lie down----"

"If you do, sir, she'll never get up again."

"By Jo'!" exclaimed the owner of the horse. "I don't want that!" He
looked grimly on the gentle sufferer. "See her," he presently said;
"why, I never saw anything get sick so fast. Why, Mr. March, I'm afraid
she's going to die right here! Half an hour ago I wouldn't 'a' sold that
mare for two thousand dollars! Mr. March, if you can save her you may
have all the doctors you want, and I'll pay you a hundred dollars
yourself as quick as I'd pay you one!"

"Give me the reins," was John's response. "Where's the very nearest good
stable?"

There was one not far away. He turned and soon reached it. As they
stopped in its door the beautiful creature in his care was trembling in
all her flesh, and dripping sweat from every pore. The ready grooms
helped him unharness.

"I'll send for a doctor, shan't I?" said Bulger, twice, before John
heard him.

"Yes, if you know a real one; but I'll have everything done before he
gets here. Here, you, fetch a blanket. Somebody bring me some fine
salt--oh, a double handful--a tumblerful--to rub her bac