piercing cry of his child had penetrated, stood by my side, and
grappled his arms around her insensible form, uttering as he did
so heart-touching moans and lamentations.

"What's the matter? Oh, what's the matter?" It was a woman's
voice, speaking in frightened tones.

"It's nothing! Just go out, will you, Ann?" I heard the landlord
say.

But his wife--it was Mrs. Slade--having heard the shrieks of pain
and terror uttered by Morgan's child, had come running into the
bar-room--heeded not his words, but pressed forward into the
little group that stood around the bleeding girl.

"Run for Doctor Green, Frank," she cried in an imperative voice,
the moment her eyes rested on the little one's bloody face.

Frank came around from behind the bar, in obedience to the word;
but his father gave a partial countermand, and he stood still.
Upon observing which, his mother repeated the order, even more
emphatically.

"Why don't you jump, you young rascal!" exclaimed Harvey Green.
"The child may be dead before the doctor can get here."

Frank hesitated no longer, but disappeared instantly through the
door.

"Poor, poor child!" almost sobbed Mrs. Slade, as she lifted the