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Page 531 of Channings / by Mrs. Henry Wood.

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Bywater's Dance 53' under the bed-clothes, and kept it there, she might possibly have heard the sounds of the rescue. So they kept Charley on board. He had evidently struck his head against something which had caused the wVound, and stunned him. It may have been, it is just possible that it may have been, against the pro- jecting wall of the boat-house, as he turned the corner in his fright and hurry. If so, that, no doubt, caused his fall and his stumble into the water. The woman -she had children of her own; that great girl whom you saw scraping potatoes was one, and she had two others still vounger-washed the wound, and tried to bring Charley round. But she could not awaken him to full consciousness. His mind appeared to be wander- ing, and ere another day had passed he was in strong delirium. NXIhether it was the blow, or the terrible fright which had preceded it, or-and this was most probable-both combined, Charles Channing was at- tacked with brain fever. The woman nursed him through it. She applied her own simple remedies. She cut off his hair, and kept wet linen constantly to his head; and hot bricks wrapped round with wet steaming flannels, to his feet; and she gave him a certain herb tea to drink, which, in her firm belief and experience, had never vet failed to subdue fever. Perhaps Charley did as well without a doctor as he would have done with one. By the time they reached their destination the malady was subsiding; but the young patient was so prostrated and wveak, that all he could do was to lie quite still, scarcely opening his eyes, scarcely moving his hands. When he became able to talk, they were beginning to move up stream again, as the woman called it. Charley told her all about himself, about his home, his dear mamma and Judith, his papa's ill-health, and hopes of restoration, his college school-boy life. It was delicious to lie there in the langour of returning health, and talk of these things. The kindly woman won his love and confidence; but when she asked him how he came to fall into the river, he could never remember. In the social atmosphere of companionship, in the bright sun- light, Charley could look back on the ' ghost ' in the cloisters, and draw his own deductions. His good sense told him it was no ghost; that it was all a trick