'Ah! madame,' she sobbed to Mrs. Mavor, 'my heart is broke for him.He's heet noting for tree days, but jis dreenk, dreenk, dreenk.'

The next day a man came for me in haste. The baby was dying andthe physician was drunk. I found the little one in a convulsion lyingacross Mrs. Mavor's knees, the mother kneeling beside it, wringingher hands in a dumb agony, and Slavin standing near, silent andsuffering. I glanced at the bottle of medicine upon the table andasked Mrs. Mavor the dose, and found the baby had been poisoned.My look of horror told Slavin something was wrong, and striding tome he caught my arm and asked--

'What is it? Is the medicine wrong?'

I tried to put him off, but his grip tightened till his fingersseemed to reach the bone.

'The dose is certainly too large; but let me go, I must dosomething.'

He let me go at once, saying in a voice that made my heart sore forhim, 'He has killed my infant; he has killed my infant.' And then hecursed the doctor with awful curses, and with a look of suchmurderous fury on his face that I sometimes was glad the doctor was too drunkto appear.

His wife hearing his curses, and understanding the cause, broke outinto wailing hard to bear.