The evening world., 1916-05-12

6nome- Like little face peeqing up at
them from the narrow path below.
Come oni" he called. "'Tain't
hard; only look out you don't sMp!"
The warning was needed, for the
path was hardly moro than q trace.
and almost vertical. At times the two
men had to lie flat back to keep from
falling into the ravine below.
Jerry. however, scrambled down
without any apparent trouble. and
they had TO call to him to stop. for
the noise of the brook. which in
creased as they drew nearer. drowned
out his directions.
1t was tho last place whore one
would have expected to find q human
being: and as they came in sight OF
the weather. stained old mill with tts
decayed remnant of huge wheel
hanging over the rushing brook. Cor
don wondered II It was an accident
which had brought the man here. The
brook would drown any calls for help,
and the inaccessibtlity OF the place for
any but a small boy OF Jerry's type
would keep the very occasional PASS
ers-by from discovering the sick man.
How, too, had he ever reached here
alone. weak as he was7
Gordon had little time for answer
ing any Of these questions, for Jerry
had already clambered TO the roof OF
the mill and was beckoning them Ia
follow by way Of tho tree a. he had
done. Gordon rather expected that
Quinn would decline the dinicult task,
but the little man swarmed up the
tree after him like a cat.
Jerry had already jumped down
into the dark interior. and his shrll
voice came up to them reassuringly:
"He amt dead yet; but. gee, he &
hardly breathin'!
Gordon swung himself down be =
tween the splintered rafters and
guided BY touch and the sound ot
Jerry's voice. made his way over "a
where the boy stood. The place was
stifiing with the stale air and the
smell Of musty sawdust; and after
the still bright light without, his eyes
felt suddenly blinded.
In a few minutes. however, as he
grew more accustomed to II, he could
make out what seemed to be a humble
OF rags lying on the floor, and the
faint gllmmer OF a deathly white face
He took out his box, and lighting q
match, stopped over eagerly and held
II close to the figure.
Before the little splinter Yiicksred
and went out he had seen enough Ia
know that this was. indeed, the man
they wanted, emaciated almost be.
yond recognition. but still the same
man, as he could tell by the gray
streaked beard and the red scar that
slashed his cheek from forehead to
lip.
lie knelt beside the man and fell
the hickering pulse, and as he did st
great fear came over him that they
we're too late, that any minute 1,
might cease. Fortunately, he hat
thought 10 slip a flask Of brandy int
his pocket before coming, and he no. v
poured a few drops OF It between tn,
mans sunken lips. With fingers OF
the pulse he waited, but not until h,
had repeated the dose was he q,
length rewarded by a Quickened throb
Slowly the man opened his blodsho
eyes, and with difficuity his swoller
lips murmured one word: "Wateri"
Gordon gave his hat to Jerry.
"Cut along outside and fill thi.
from the brook! Get back as quicl
as YOU cam" Then TO the man ress.
suringly: You are all right now;
you are with friends"
The dim eyes searched his face
"How do | know II Isn't another trlci
OF his?' he gasped. He left me-
hereto starve!"
"Werc not going to-" returned Cor
don. Hush! Don't talk any more
but drink this"
He took the dripping hat from