the form lay. An odor of burned clothing pervaded the immediate atmosphere. He put out his hand; it touched what scemed to be a raw, bleeding arm. A faint cry of pain followed.
"Who are you?" the man asked. "Are you wounded? Do you want to come in?"
No answer. He stooped again over the figure, and stretched out his hands. This time they encountered burned rags.
"Have you been in a fire?" he asked. "Do you live in this village?"
Still no answer.
"Wife, bring the light," he said. "You need not fear; it is a child, a girl; and she is helpless, badly hurt in some way. We must take her in, and see what is the matter."
The little woman came cautiously toward her husband. He lifted the figure, and carried it in to the warm, bright sitting-room. Such a sight! such a sight! And what was to be done? No doctor in the settlement,—only an old French
