rembling.

"Why, you see, Miss, if the carriage was all right--but it's no good as
it is--we've got to wait till some one comes--" he talked on, but Emma
did not hear him. Her brain seemed to awake suddenly, and she knew what
was to be done. "How far is it to the nearest house?" she asked.

"Not much further, Miss--there's Franz-Josef's land right there. We'd see
the houses if it was lighter--it won't take five minutes to get there."

"Go there, then; I'll stay here--Go and fetch some one."

"I think I'd better stay here with you, Miss. Somebody must come; it's
the main road."

"It'll be too late; we need a doctor at once."

The coachman looked down at the quiet face, then he looked at Emma, and
shook his head.

"You can't tell," she cried.

"Yes, Miss--but there'll be no doctor in those houses."

"But there'll be somebody to send to the city--"

"Oh, yes, Miss--they'll be having a telephone there, anyway! We'll
telephone to the Rescue Society."

"Yes, yes, that's it. Go at once, run--and bring some men back with you.
Why do you wait? Go at once. Hurry!"

The man looked down again at the white face in her lap. "There'll be no
use here for doctor or Rescue Society, Miss."

"Oh, go!--for God's sake go!"

"I'm going, Miss--but don't get afraid in the darkness here."

He hurried down the street. "'Twasn't my fault," he murmured as he ran.
"Such an idea! to drive down this road this time o' night."

Emma was left alone with the unconscious man in the gloomy street.

"What shall I do now?" she thought "It can't be possible--it can't." The
thought circled dizzily in her brain--"It can't be possible." Suddenly
she seemed to hear a low breathing. She bent to the pale lips--no--not
the faintest breath came from them. The blood had dried on temple and
cheek. She gazed at the eyes, the half-closed eyes, and shuddered. Why
couldn't she believe it?... It must be true--this was Death! A shiver
ran through her--she felt but one thing--"This is a corpse. I am here
alone with a corpse!--a corpse that rests on my lap!" With trembling
hands she pushed the head away, until it rested on the ground. Then
a feeling of horrible alone-ness came over her. Why had she sent the
coachman away? What should she do here all alone with this dead man in
the darkness? If only some one would come--but what was she to do then
if anybody did come? How long would she have to wait here? She looked
down at the corpse again. "But I'm not alon