Give me some cold water, Maria; I have the most terrible thirst." Several times Maria gave her mother water, but at last she became afraid.

"Maybe it is not good for you to drink so much.

Try to bear the thirst for a little." "But I cannot bear it, I tell you-the thirst and the pain all through my body, and my head that bums like fire ...

My God! It is certain that I am to die." A little before daylight they both fen asleep; but soon Maria was awakened by her father who laid his hand upon her shoulder and whispered:--"I am going to harness the horse to go to Mistook for the doctor, and on the way through La Pipe I shall also speak to the cure.

It is heart-breaking to hear her moan Eke this." Her eyes open in the ghostly dawn, Maria gave ear to the sounds of his departure: the banging of the stable door against the wall; the horse's hoofs thudding on the wood of the alley; muffled commands to Charles Eugene: "Hold up, there! Back ...