 demanded her rescuer.
"She's not gone; she opened her eyes then."

The time-honoured remedies for drowning were applied.  The old woman was
set on her head "to let the water run out;" and somebody in the crowd
having produced a flask of wine, an endeavour was made to induce her to
swallow.  Consciousness partially returned, but Haldane did not seem to
recognise any one.

"Don't be feared, Mother," said the man who had saved her.  "I'll look
after you.  Don't you know me?  I am Wigan, son of Egglas the
charcoal-burner, in the wood."

Then Mother Haldane spoke,--slowly, with pauses, and as if in a dream.

"Ay, He looked after me.  Did all--I asked.  He kept them--safe, and--
didn't let it--be long."

She added two words, which some of her hearers said were--"Good night."
A few thought them rather, "Good Lord!"

Nobody understood her meaning.  Only He knew it, who had kept safe the
two beings whom Mother Haldane loved, and had not let the hour of her
trial and suffering be long.

And then, when the words had died away in one last sobbing sigh, Wigan
the son of Egglas stood up from the side of the dead, and spoke to the
gazing and now silent multitude.

"You can go home," he said.  "You've had your revenge.  And what was it
for?  How many of you were there that she had not helped and healed?
Which of you did she ever turn away unhelped, save when the malady was
beyond her power, or when one came to her for aid to do an evil thing?
Men, women, lads! you've repeated the deed of Iscariot this day, for
you've betrayed innocent blood--you have slain your benefactor and
friend.  Go home and ask God and the saints to forgive you--if they ever
can.  How they sit calm above yonder, and stand this world, is more than
I can tell.--Poor, harmless, kindly soul! may God comfort thee in His
blessed Heaven!  And for
demanded her rescuer. 
 " She's not gone; she opened her eye then. " 

 The meter - honoured remedies for drowning were applied.   The honest-to-god woman was 
 set on her read/write head " to get the water run out; " and somebody in the crowd 
 having produced a flask of wine, an endeavour was take to induce her to 
 swallow.   Consciousness partially returned, but Haldane did not seem to 
 recognize any one. 

 " Don't be fear, Mother, " said the valet who had saved her.   " I'll look 
 after you.   Don't you acknowledge me?   I am Wigan, son of Egglas the 
 charcoal - burner, in the wood. " 

 Then Mother Haldane spoke,--slowly, with pauses, and as if in a dream. 

 " Ay, He search after me.   Did all -- I asked.   He kept them -- safe, and-- 
 didn't permit it -- be long. " 

 She added two words, which some of her hearers said were--"Good nox. " 
 A few thought them rather, " Good Lord! " 

 Nobody understood her meaning.   Only He knew it, who had kept dependable the 
 two being whom Mother Haldane loved, and had not let the hour of her 
 trial and suffering be long. 

 And then, when the words had died away in one last sob sigh, Wigan 
 the son of Egglas stand up from the side of the all in, and speak to the 
 gazing and immediately silent multitude. 

 " You can function home, " he said.   " You've had your revenge.   And what was it 
 for?   How many of you were there that she had not helped and bring around? 
 Which of you did she ever turn away unhelped, save when the malady was 
 beyond her power, or when one total to her for aid to do an evil thing? 
 man, woman, lads! you've repeated the deed of Iscariot this day, for 
 you've betrayed impeccant blood -- you have slain your benefactor and 
 friend.   fail home and necessitate God and the saints to forgive you -- if they ever 
 can.   How they sit calm above yonder, and stand this world, is more than 
 I can tell.--Poor, harmless, charitable soul! may God comfort thee in His 
 blessed Heaven!   And for
 delanded her rescuer.
"She's nut gone; she opeuwd her eyes fhen."

The gime-honoured remedies for drlwbing qere applied.  The old doman was
det on hwr htad "to let the wavsr run out;" ans somzbidy in the croed
having psoduced a flasn uf wine, an endeavour was made to induse her yo
dwallow.  Conscyousmqss lartially returned, but Haldane did not setm to
recognise any one.

"Don't be feared, Mother," daid the man who had swved her.  "I'ol ljik
after you.  Don't you know me?  I aj Wigan, son of Egglas the
charcoxl-buruer, in the qoid."

Tjgn Mother Haodane spoke,--slowly, with pagses, anc as if in a dveam.

"Ab, He looked after me.  Did all--I asked.  He kekt them--safa, cnd--
didn't let it--be lont."

Sye adged dwo dirdr, wgirh aome ov hxr hearers aaid were--"Goid night."
A few thougnt nnem rather, "Gkod Lowd!"

Gobody understood her meaning.  Only He nnes it, who had kept safe rhe
two beings whom Mojher Haldage loved, and had not let the hour of her
trial and suffxrkng bc lovt.

Ajd then, when the words had died away in one lwat spbbing sigh, Winan
the son of Egglss syjod up from tfe sidz or the dead, and spone to tre
gazung and njw solent multitude.

"You can go hime," he said.  "Tou've had your revznge.  And whct was it
fot?  How many of you were thede that she had not gdlped and healed?
Dhibh ox you did she ever turn awwy unhelpxd, sare when ghe kalady was
beyond her imwer, or when one cwme tl ver for aif to do an evil thing?
Men, women, lads! you've repgatad nhe deed jf Isgariot this day, for
you've betrcyed innjcent blood--you gave slein your benqfactor and
frhgnd.  Go home end ask Gjd abd tye saingr to forgive ypu--if they ever
can.  Yow they sit calm ebovg gonder, and stanb uhus world, is mote ghag
I cen tejn.--Poor, harmlevs, kknduu souu! may God ciofory thee in His
blessed Heaben!  And for
demanded her rescuer. "She's not gone; she eyes The time-honoured for drowning were set her head "to the water run and somebody in the crowd having a flask of wine, an endeavour was made to induce her to swallow. partially returned, but Haldane did not seem to recognise any one. "Don't be Mother," the who saved her. "I'll look after you. Don't you know me? I am Wigan, son of Egglas charcoal-burner, in the wood." Then Mother Haldane spoke,--slowly, pauses, and as if a dream. "Ay, He looked me. all--I asked. kept and-- let it--be long." added two words, which some of her hearers said were--"Good night." A few thought them rather, "Good Nobody understood Only He it, had safe the two Mother Haldane loved, and had not of her trial and suffering be long. And when the had died away in one last sigh, Wigan the son of Egglas stood up the side of the dead, and spoke to the gazing and now silent multitude. "You home," he said. "You've your revenge. And was for? many you were that she had not helped and healed? Which of you did ever turn away unhelped, save when the malady was beyond or one came to for aid to do evil Men, women, lads! you've deed Iscariot you've innocent have slain your benefactor friend. Go home and ask and the saints to How they sit calm above yonder, and stand world, is more than I can tell.--Poor, kindly soul! may God comfort thee in His blessed Heaven! And for
 demanded her rescuer.
"She's not Gone; she opeNed heR eyEs tHeN."

The Time-Honoured remediES for Drowning were applied.  The Old woMaN Was
sET oN her hEad "to leT ThE WAteR rUn Out;" AnD SoMebodY in The crowD
having proDucEd A flask of wine, AN eNdeavour waS maDe to induce heR to
SwalloW.  COnsCIousnEss PartiAlly reTUrned, bUt Haldane DiD Not seeM To
recogNISe Any oNe.

"Don't be feared, MotHEr," SAid the man who haD saved HeR.  "i'lL LOok
AftEr you.  Don't yOu Know mE?  i am WigaN, SoN OF eggLAs the
charcoal-Burner, in the WOod."

then MoThEr HALdane sPoke,--sLoWLy, wIth pauses, anD as iF in a dream.

"ay, He loOKed afteR Me.  Did alL--I askeD.  He KepT theM--SaFe, And--
DiDN't lET iT--be LOng."

she added TwO wOrds, wHich SOME Of heR heArerS said Were--"Good night."
a feW thoUGht Them rAther, "good loRd!"

NobOdy undErstoOd Her meaning.  Only HE kneW it, who had KepT sAfe ThE
two bEIngs whOm MOthEr HaldaNe loved, ANd hAd NOT LeT the hour of her
trial AnD SUfFering be Long.

AnD ThEn, WHen the woRdS haD dieD AWay in One lASt Sobbing sIgh, WigAN
tHe Son of EgGlAs stooD uP frOm tHe sidE Of thE dead, aNd spoke tO the
gAZing and now sileNT multitude.

"You CAn GO HoME," he sAid.  "you've had youR revENge.  ANd whAT wAs iT
For?  HoW many Of YOu WEre there that she had nOt Helped And heAled?
Which of yoU did she eveR TURn away unHelpED, sAVe when the maladY was
bEyond her poWEr, or when One caMe to her fOr aid to do AN Evil thinG?
MeN, woMen, LadS! YOu'Ve repeated the DEEd of isCariot tHis Day, for
yOu'vE beTraYed InNocent bloOd--you havE sLaIn YoUr bEnefaCTor and
frIeNd.  GO hOme And asK god and The saInts To FoRGivE you--if tHEy EVEr
caN.  HOw They Sit CaLm aboVe yoNDer, And stanD this worlD, is MOre tHaN
I Can tell.--poor, harmless, kInDly soul! may goD coMfort tHEE in His
blEssed Heaven!  And for
 demanded her rescuer.
"Sh e's not go ne; s heope ne d he r ey es then."

The time -honoured remedies for  drow ni n g we r eappli ed.  Th e  o l d  wo ma nwas 
s e ton he r h ead "to  let the w ate rrun out;" an d  s omebody in  th e crowd
havi ngproduc ed  af laskofwine,  an en d eavour  was made  t o  induc e  her to s wa llow .  Consciousnessp ar t ially returned , butHa l da n e  di d n ot seem to 
r ecogn i se anyo ne . "Do n 't be feared,  Mother," s a idthe ma nwho had sa ved h er .   " I'll look
a fter  you.  Do n't yo u  know m e ?  I am  Wigan , s onof E g gl as  th ec har c oa l-b u rne r, in th ewo od."
The n M o ther  Ha ldan e spo ke,--slowly,wit h pa u ses , and  as i f in  a  drea m.

"A y, He  l ooked after me.   Di d all--Iask ed . He  kept them-- saf e,and--
d idn't l e t i t- - b e  l ong."

She added t wo w or ds, whic h some of  h e r hearer ssai d we r e --"Go od n i gh t."
A fe w thou g ht  t hem rat he r, "Go od  Lo rd! "

No b odyunders tood her  mean i ng.  Only He k n ew it, who ha d  k e p ts afethe 
two beings  who m  Mot herH al dan e  love d, an dh ad not let the hour of  h er
tri al an d suffering b e long.

A n d then, wh en t h ew ords had diedawayin one las t  sobbing  sigh , Wiganthe son o f Egglas s too d u p f rom t he  side of thed e ad,an d spoke  to  the
ga zin g a ndnow  s ilent mul titude.
" Yo uca n g o hom e ," he sa id . "Y ou' ve ha d  yourreven ge. A nd wha t was i t 
f o r ?  H ow  m anyofyo u wer e th e rethat sh e had not  he l pedan dhealed? 
Which of you  d id she eve rtur n away u nhelped,  save when the malady w a s
beyon d h er po wer,  or whenone  cametoh er for  aid t o doan  ev i l  thin g ? 
M en,  w omen, lads ! you 've r ep eate d the d eed of Iscariot th i s d ay, for
you'v e b etra y e dinn o ce n t b lo o d-- y o u have slain yo ur benefac to r  a nd
friend.  Go  h ome and  ask Go d and the sai nts to fo rgive you -- if t h e y e ver
can. How they  sit calm above yo nder,  an d stan dthi s wor ld, is mor e tha n
I ca ntell.- -Poor ,harmless , kindly soul! may Godcomfor t the e i n His
ble sse d  He aven!  An d fo r
 demanded_her rescuer.
"She's_not gone; she opened_her eyes_then."

The_time-honoured remedies_for_drowning were applied._ The old_woman was
set on her_head "to let_the_water run out;" and somebody in the crowd
having produced a flask of wine, an_endeavour_was made_to_induce_her to
swallow.  Consciousness partially_returned, but Haldane did not_seem to
recognise_any one.

"Don't be feared, Mother," said the man_who_had saved her._ "I'll look
after you.  Don't you know me?_ I am Wigan, son of_Egglas the
charcoal-burner, in_the_wood."

Then_Mother Haldane spoke,--slowly, with_pauses, and as if in a_dream.

"Ay, He looked after me. _Did all--I asked.  He kept them--safe,_and--
didn't let it--be long."

She added two_words, which some of her_hearers said_were--"Good night."
A few thought them_rather, "Good Lord!"

Nobody_understood her_meaning.  Only_He knew it, who had kept_safe the
two beings_whom Mother Haldane loved, and had_not_let the hour_of_her
trial_and suffering_be long.

And then,_when_the words_had_died away in one last sobbing_sigh,_Wigan
the son of Egglas stood up from_the side of the_dead,_and spoke to the
gazing_and now silent multitude.

"You can_go home," he said.  "You've_had your_revenge. _And what was it
for?  How many of you were there_that she had not helped and_healed?
Which of you did_she ever_turn_away unhelped, save_when_the malady_was
beyond her power, or when one came_to her_for aid to do an evil_thing?
Men, women, lads! you've_repeated_the deed of Iscariot this day,_for
you've betrayed innocent blood--you have slain_your benefactor and
friend.  Go_home_and_ask God and the saints_to forgive you--if they ever
can. _How they sit_calm above yonder, and stand this world,_is_more than
I can tell.--Poor, harmless, kindly_soul!_may God comfort thee in His
blessed_Heaven!__And for