ne glimpse of him as he
disappeared and springing from his plank he swam out with a strong,
steady stroke to his assistance. The crowd on the bridge shouted loud
cries of encouragement. As Paul reached the spot where the body went
down, he could find no traces of him. A man on the bridge shouted:

"A little farther down! A little farther down! I can see him at the
bottom."

Paul swam in the direction indicated and at the cry, "there, there,"
dove to the bottom like a seal. He came directly on the body which
was doubled up against a large boulder. He grasped it by the arm and
rose with it to the surface. Loud ringing cheers from the crowd
above, encouraged him. He swam with one arm, supporting the body with
the other. They were being rapidly carried away down the stream, when
a boat which had been sent out, reached the almost exhausted boy. Paul
and the unconscious boy were taken ashore and conveyed to the back room
of a saloon where a doctor soon revived both. He then proposed that,
some token of recognition should be presented by the assembled crowd
to the brave little fellow who had made the rescue. Paul's hat was
taken and soon filled to the brim with silver. Then the two boys were
loaded into an express wagon and escorted by a policeman, they started
for home. When the wagon reached the house of the boy who had been
rescued, the policeman lifted him out carefully and carried him in,
while the mother's affrighted cries alarmed the neighborhood. The
officer assured her that there was no danger, so she grew calmer and
helped to roll her son into a warm blanket and tuck him snugly in bed.
The old grandmother, who was blind, heard the story and asked that
Paul be brought to her. Her trembling hands were passed over his face
and head. She blessed him fervently and then to the delight of the
grinning urchins, looking in at the door and to Paul's intense
embarrassment, she kissed him several times. At last the policeman
told him to come on and Paul and his silver continued their homeward
journey. When Mrs. Boyton saw her truant son under police escort, she
turned pale, but the officer called out, "Don't be frightened, ma'am,
he's all right. You ought to be proud of this boy," and he told her
the story of the rescue and handed over the silver. The mother's eye's
beamed with pleasure as she listened. She praised her gallant little
son and thanked the officer for his kindness. After he wa