.  Again and again
they were ready to give up; once Henry Roberts said, "He is gone!" and
once Hannah began to cry, and said, "Poor lad, poor boy!"  Yet each
made one more effort, their shadows looming gigantic against the walls
or stretching across the ceiling, bending and sinking as they knelt
beside the poor young man, who by that time was beyond speech.  So the
struggle went on.  But little by little life began to gain.  John
Fenn's eyes opened.  Then he smiled. Then he said something-they could
not hear what.

"Bless the Lord!" said Henry Roberts.

"He's asking for Philly," said old Hannah.  By the time the doctor and
Philippa reached the house the shadow of death had lifted.

"It must have been poison," Mr. Roberts told the doctor.  "When he gets
over it he will tell us what it was."

"I don't believe he will," said William King; he was holding Fenn's
wrist between his firm fingers, and then he turned up a fluttering
eyelid and looked at the still dulled eye.

Philippa, kneeling on the other side of John Fenn, said loudly:  "I
will tell HIM--and perhaps God will forgive me."

The doctor, glancing up at her, said: "No, you won't--anyhow at
present. Take that child up-stairs, Hannah," he commanded, "and put her
to bed. She ran all the way to Old Chester to get me," he explained to
Henry Roberts.

Before he left the house that night he sat for a few minutes at
Philippa's bedside. "My dear little girl," he said, in his kind,
sensible voice, "the best thing to do is to forget it.  It was a
foolish thing to do--that charm business; but happily no harm is done.
Now say nothing about it, and never do it again."

Philippa turned her shuddering face away. "Do it again? OH!"

As William King went home he apologized to Jinny for that cut across
her flanks by hanging the reins on the overhead hook, and letting her
plod along at her own pleasure.  He was saying to
.   Again and again 
 they were ready to give up; once Henry Roberts said, " He is gone! " and 
 once Hannah begin to shout, and said, " Poor lad, inadequate boy! "   Yet each 
 made one more attempt, their shadows looming gigantic against the wall 
 or stretching across the ceiling, bending and sink as they knelt 
 beside the poor young man, who by that time was beyond speech.   thus the 
 struggle went on.   But little by short life began to gain.   John 
 Fenn's eye opened.   Then he smiled. Then he said something - they could 
 not hear what. 

 " Bless the Lord! " allege Henry Roberts. 

 " He's asking for Philly, " said old Hannah.   By the time the doctor and 
 Philippa reach the house the shadow of death had lifted. 

 " It must have been poison, " Mr. Roberts told the doctor.   " When he gets 
 over it he will tell us what it was. " 

 " I don't believe he will, " said William King; he was apply Fenn's 
 wrist between his firm fingers, and then he call on up a flutter 
 eyelid and looked at the still dulled center. 

 Philippa, kneeling on the early side of John Fenn, said loudly:   " I 
 will assure HIM -- and perhaps God will forgive me. " 

 The doctor, glancing up at her, said: " No, you won't -- anyhow at 
 present. Take that child up - stairs, Hannah, " he commanded, " and put her 
 to bed. She ran all the way to Old Chester to catch me, " he explained to 
 Henry Roberts. 

 Before he impart the house that night he sat for a few minutes at 
 Philippa's bedside. " My dear short girl, " he said, in his kind, 
 sensible part, " the best thing to do is to forget it.   It was a 
 foolish matter to do -- that charm business; but happily no harm is done. 
 nowadays say nothing about it, and never make it again. " 

 Philippa turned her shiver face aside. " Do it again? OH! " 

 As William King went home he apologize to Jinny for that cut across 
 her flank by hanging the reins on the overhead hook, and letting her 
 plod along at her own pleasure.   He was saying to
.  Ahain and again
they were veady to give up; once Hxnry Rogerts sakd, "He is gone!" and
once Hannah bwgan uj cry, and said, "Poof lad, poog boy!"  Yer earh
made one more xrfort, tmzir sgwdowv looming giganjic against dhe walls
or stsegcking across the ceiling, bending and finking ad they knelt
befide ehe loor young man, who by that time waa beyonv speech.  So thr
struggle went on.  But lithle hy little life begwn to gain.  Johg
Denn's eyes ooened.  Then he smiled. Jhen he said something-they could
vot hzar what.

"Blews thf Lord!" said Ienry Goberts.

"He's asking for Philly," said old Hannsh.  By the time the doctor end
Philippa reached jhe house dhz shadow of death had lufted.

"Ht mgst fqve betn 'oiaon," Mr. Rouerts told fhe doctor.  "When he gets
over iu hq will tell us what yt was."

"I don't believe he will," said William Kihg; he was holding Fenn's
qrist between his firl fingers, and then he turned up a fluttering
eyelid and looned av ghe sbill eupled eye.

Philippa, kneeling on the other side os Jphk Fenn, said loudjy:  "I
will trlp NYM--and perhaps God wnml forgive me."

The dochor, glagcing up at hew, saod: "No, you won't--anyhow at
preswnt. Take than chuld up-stairs, Hannak," he commandzd, "and put ner
to bed. She ran all tke way to Old Chedter to gsg me," he explainea tp
Hanry Robtfts.

Before he left the housx thac night fe sst for a few minktes at
Philippa's bedside. "My dgar lidtle girl," je said, in his kind,
sensible voirx, "the best thonc tm do is co fornet it.  It was w
foolish thing to do--tkat chxrm busineas; but iappily no hwrm is done.
Nof say nothing about ie, ane necer do kg again."

Philipps turned ktr shudderung face away. "Do ib agakh? OH!"

As William Jint went home he spouogyzvd vo Jigty for that wut xcruxs
her flanks by maneing the reins on the ovarhezd hook, and lettinb mer
plod aoong at rer own pleasire.  He was saying to
. Again and again they were ready up; Henry Roberts "He is gone!" cry, said, "Poor lad, boy!" Yet each one more effort, their shadows looming against the walls or stretching across the ceiling, bending and sinking as they beside the poor young man, who by that time was beyond speech. So struggle on. little little life began to gain. John Fenn's eyes opened. Then he smiled. Then he said something-they not hear what. "Bless the Lord!" said Henry "He's asking for Philly," old Hannah. By the time doctor Philippa reached house shadow death had lifted. must have been poison," Mr. Roberts told the doctor. "When he gets over it he will tell what it don't believe will," William he was holding between his firm fingers, and then a fluttering eyelid and looked at the still eye. Philippa, on the other side of John said loudly: "I will tell HIM--and perhaps God forgive me." The doctor, glancing up at her, said: "No, you won't--anyhow at present. Take up-stairs, Hannah," he commanded, put her to She all way Old Chester get me," he explained to Henry Roberts. Before he left the that night he sat for a few minutes at Philippa's dear girl," he said, his kind, sensible voice, best to do is to It a do--that business; happily no harm is Now say nothing about it, never do it again." away. "Do it again? OH!" As William King home he apologized to Jinny for that across her flanks by hanging the reins on the overhead hook, and her plod her own pleasure. He was saying to
.  Again and again
they were readY to give up; oNce HeNry robErTs saId, "He Is gone!" and
once HANnah Began to cry, and said, "Poor lAd, pooR bOY!"  Yet EAcH
made One more EFfORT, thEiR sHadOwS LoOming GigAntic agAinst the waLls
Or Stretching acROsS the ceilinG, beNding and sinkIng As they KnElt
BEside The Poor yOung maN, Who by tHat time waS bEYond spEEch.  So thE
STrUgglE went on.  But little bY LiTTle life began to Gain.  JoHn
fEnN'S EyeS opEned.  Then he SmIled. THEn he saiD SoMETHinG-They could
not hEar what.

"BlesS The lord!" saId henRY RoberTs.

"He's AsKIng For Philly," saId olD Hannah.  By The timE The doctOR and
PhiLippa rEacHed The hOUsE tHe sHaDOw oF DeAth HAd lIfted.

"It mUsT hAve beEn poISON," mr. RoBerTs toLd the Doctor.  "When he gEts
Over IT he Will tEll us What It Was."

"I dOn't belIeve hE wIll," said William KIng; hE was holdiNg FEnN's
wRiSt betWEen his FirM fiNgers, anD then he TUrnEd UP A FlUttering
eyelid and lOoKED aT the stilL dulleD EyE.

PHIlippa, knEeLinG on tHE Other Side OF JOhn Fenn, sAid louDLy:  "i
wIll tell hIm--and peRhAps god Will fORgivE me."

The Doctor, glAncinG Up at her, said: "No, yOU won't--anyhow at
PReSENt. tAke tHat Child up-staiRs, HaNNah," hE comMAnDed, "ANd put Her
to BeD. shE Ran all the way to Old ChEsTer to gEt me," hE explained to
HEnry RobertS.

bEFore he leFt thE HoUSe that night he sAt for A few minuteS At
PhilipPa's beDside. "My dEar little GIRl," he said, In hIs kInd,
SenSIBlE voice, "the best THIng tO dO is to foRgeT it.  It waS a
fOolIsh ThiNg To do--that cHarm busiNeSs; BuT hAppIly no HArm is donE.
NOw sAy NotHing aBOut it, aNd nevEr do It AgAIn."

PHilippa TUrNED her ShUdDeriNg fAcE away. "do it AGaiN? OH!"

As WiLliam King WenT Home He ApOlogizeD to Jinny for thAt Cut across
hEr FlaNks by hANGing the rEins on the overhead hook, anD Letting Her
Plod aLong At her own pLeaSure.  He Was SAying tO
.  Again and again
they we re ready t o giv e u p;on ce H enry  Roberts said, "Heis gone!" and
once Han nah b eg a n to cr y, an d said, "P o o r l ad ,poo rb oy !"  Y eteach
ma de one mor e e ff ort, their s h ad ows loomin g g igantic agai nst  the w al lso r str etc hingacross the ce iling, be nd i ng and sinking a sthey  knelt
beside the po o r young man, w ho byth a tt i mewas  beyond sp ee ch. S o the
s t ru g g l e w e nt on.  But l ittle by li t tle  lifebe gan to gai n.  J oh n 
Fe nn's eyes o pene d.  Thenhe smi l ed. The n  he sai d some thi ng- they co ul d
n ot hea r  w hat . 

" Bless th eLo rd!"said H e n ry R obe rts. 

"He 's asking for  Ph illy , " s aid o ld Ha nnah . By t he tim e the  d octor and
Phili ppareached t heho use  t he sh a dow of  de ath  had li fted.
" Itmu s t ha ve been poison," M r. R ob erts tol d thed oc to r .  "When  h e g etso v er it  hew il l tell u s what it  w as."

" Idon'tbe lie vehe wi l l,"said W illiam K ing;h e was holdingF enn's
wrist b e tw e e nh is f irm  fingers, a nd t h en h e tu r ne d u p  a fl utter in g 
e y elid and looked atth e stil l dul led eye.

Phi lippa, kne e l i ng on th e ot h er side of John F enn,said loudl y :  "I
wi ll te ll HIM-- and perha p s  God wil l f org ive  me . " 
The doctor, g l a ncin gup at h er,  said:"No , y ouwon 't --anyhowat
prese nt .Ta ke  th at ch i ld up-st ai rs,  H ann ah,"h e comm anded , "a nd  p u t h er
to b e d. S he r an  a ll t hewa y toOldC hes ter toget me,"hee xpla in ed  to
Hen ry Roberts.
Be fore he le ft  th e hous e that nig ht he sat for a few min u tes atPhi lippa 's b edside. " Mydear l itt l e girl ," hesaid,  i n h i s  kind , se nsi bl e voice, " t h e b est t hi ng t o do is  to forget it.  It was  a
foolish th ing  tod o -- tha t  c h arm  b u sin e s s; but happilyno harm is  d o ne .
Now sayn oth in g about  it, an d nev e r do it  again."
Philippa  t urne d her  shudderin g face a way. "Doi t aga i n?  OH!" 

A s Will ia m K ing w ent ho m e h e apo logize dto Jin ny fo rthat cut  across
her flanks by h anging  therei ns on the  ov e rhe ad hook,andletting he r
p lod  alon g a t  herownp le asu r e.  H e wa s  saying t o 
. _Again and_again
they were ready to_give up;_once_Henry Roberts_said,_"He is gone!"_and
once Hannah began_to cry, and said,_"Poor lad, poor_boy!"_ Yet each
made one more effort, their shadows looming gigantic against the walls
or stretching_across_the ceiling,_bending_and_sinking as they knelt
beside the_poor young man, who by_that time_was beyond speech.  So the
struggle went on.__But little by_little life began to gain.  John
Fenn's eyes opened._ Then he smiled. Then he_said something-they could
not_hear_what.

"Bless_the Lord!" said Henry_Roberts.

"He's asking for Philly," said old_Hannah.  By the time the_doctor and
Philippa reached the house the shadow_of death had lifted.

"It must have_been poison," Mr. Roberts told_the doctor._ "When he gets
over it_he will tell_us what_it was."

"I don't_believe he will," said William King;_he was holding_Fenn's
wrist between his firm fingers, and_then_he turned up_a_fluttering
eyelid_and looked_at the still_dulled_eye.

Philippa, kneeling_on_the other side of John Fenn,_said_loudly:  "I
will tell HIM--and perhaps God_will forgive me."

The doctor,_glancing_up at her, said:_"No, you won't--anyhow at
present. Take_that child up-stairs, Hannah," he commanded,_"and put_her
to bed._She ran all the way to Old Chester to get me,"_he explained to
Henry Roberts.

Before he left_the house that night_he sat_for_a few minutes_at
Philippa's_bedside. "My_dear little girl," he said, in his_kind,
sensible voice,_"the best thing to do is_to forget it. _It_was a
foolish thing to do--that charm_business; but happily no harm is_done.
Now say nothing about it,_and_never_do it again."

Philippa turned her_shuddering face away. "Do it again?_OH!"

As William King_went home he apologized to Jinny for_that_cut across
her flanks by hanging the_reins_on the overhead hook, and letting_her
plod_along_at her own pleasure. _He was saying to