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f11lS GRACE. Iol ‘“ What’s all this?” asked the burly little redheaded man. “ Been coming to grief, Miss Martyn? Not through any want of skill on your own part then, I’m quite sure.” ‘A tall, melancholy-looking youth, upon whom the eyes of the rest of the assemblage were fixed in severe condemnation, confessed, almost tearfully, that he had been the unintentional cause of the disaster. He pro- tested with pathetic earnestness that he wished he had broken both his legs before he had been so clumsy, but his repentance met with scant acknowledgment from the doctor, who interrupted him by remarking curtly that if he hadn’t anything more sensible to say than that, he had better take himself off. The other by- standers were not much more civilly dealt with. They were requested to go outside and stay there until their assistance was asked for; after whichthere was a brief examination of the patient, followed by a satisfactory verdict. “ No great damage done,” said the doctor, who was kneeling beside my sister, and who glanced round to nod reassuringly at me: “only a shaking and a few contusions and a dislocated shoulder, which I[’ll put right in a minute. Now, Miss Martyn, I’m not going to hurt you very much, but whether I hurt you or not, — you'll have to bear it. Just give me your hand, will you ?” He kicked off his boot, placed his foot under her arm-pit and, with one vigorous tug, the operation was accomplished. “ There,” said he. ‘“ Now we must take you home and put you to bed: you have had more of a shock than you think for, but you'll find it out to- morrow, and you'll be pretty stiff for a day or two, I GEomicboo cS (E(0) im