A workman recognized him and he was brought home, dead they thought.

I came for Uncle an hour ago.

Charlie is conscious now, but awfully hurt, and I'm afraid from the way Mac and Uncle looked at one another that Oh! Think of it, Rose! Crushed and helpless, alone in the rain all night, and I never knew, I never knew!" With that, poor Archie broke down entirely and, flinging himself into a chair, laid his face on the table, sobbing like a girl.

Rose had never seen a man cry before, and it was so unlike a woman's gentler grief that it moved her very much.

Putting by her own anguish, she tried to comfort his and, going to him, lifted up his head and made him lean on her, for in such hours as this women are the stronger.