Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1912-05-12

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3Memsahib,7 he whispered, laying Fra
ser's body down according to her directions,
II do not know, but think he may not yet
| be dead; otherwise those accursed birds
would not be outside"
Then he dashed after Data, who was
Sinking off into the jungle.
| Miss Carey made her examination quick
ly. DIR. Fraser was nearly gone, and only
spark of life seemed to remain. Even of that
she was hardly sure. Certainly few more
hours in that tomblike CHAT would have ex-
tinguished the last chance of restoration.
AS it was, Data was impressed into ser
vice that BODIED i'll for him, and with Ahnad's
assistance the apparently lifeless form was
borne gently back to camp.
For Miss Carey followed then fight that
many physician knows. She gave general
directions for the camp, and set herself to
the sole task of saving one of her own kind a
comrade in the field. Of the night that fell
and dragged through the interminable hot
hours-the tense strain of watching, listen
ing, and waiting for that flicker of life, that
slightest sign of an upward tuTn-also many
a physician could speak; only he regards it
merely in the line of his work and says moth
ing about it.
At intervals hand drew aside one of the
flaps, and grave face appeared in the
opening.
at is l, Ahmad Kerim The Memsahib's
servant wishes her to know that he does
not sleep this night"
On one of these occasions she was prompt
ed to ask some questions. "Ahmad, what
has become of Datta?"
3That man is tied to tree with his own
turban."
3And where is your wife9 have not seen
her since the afternoon"
3She has gone from this place, which is
not good for her."
3By the way, is it not strange have not
had reply to my telegram from medical
headquarters"
Ahmad shrugged his shoulders express
the lightning wire, Memsahib; but think
we shall know all in the morning"
THE herald of the morning seemed to be
stamping of horses hoofs outside the
tent, and clear English voice demanding
to know if DR.. Carey could be seen. DIR.
Carey came forth in an answer to the sum-
mons, just as an officer in police uniform
swung off his horse.
@Miss-ah-Dr. Carey, l believe l am
Dawson, you know, of the police. Your SER
want S wife tramped precious long distance
down the railway to my place. and told me
Torrance! So, of course, | came at once.
II hope you have managed to do some
thing for Fraser"
1Come in and see for yourself" she in
vited him with triumphant smile.
Dawson followed her into the tent, and
stood for some minutes regarding the fea-
lures of the man she had snatched from the
CHAT of death. Presently he lifted his eyes
and looked at her out of their blue depths of
frankness.
@By Lowell Well done!"
They were four very simple words; but
the unalloyed sincerity in which they were
spoken, the circumstances, the hour, and
Miss Carey's physical exhaustion, nearly
broke down her self control. You see, there
is no hero fund, no medals, sometimes not
even thanks, for the physician who risks his
life to save a patient, and we are all likely
to fail before the unfamiliar or the unex-
pected. Miss Carey, of course, recovered
herself, and talked in purely professional
way of the case, remarking that DR.. Fraser
had been fortunate in possessing surprising
vitality. Perhaps SO!
| A FTER this there remains but finishing
touch; yet what would life have been
to him who came out from that temple CHAT
without ftp Dawson took hold of the sit11a-