pid pace for the girl's abode.

They reached it without interruption, other than a short delay on the part
of the doctor, who being of a belligerent disposition, was desirous of
stopping to flog a man who had intentionally jostled him off the sidewalk.
Kornicker, however, by urging upon him the situation of the girl, had
induced him to postpone his purpose, not a little to the relief of the
offender, who in insulting him had only intended to insult an inoffensive
elderly person, who could not resent the affront.

'Can it be possible that any thing human tenants such a den as this?' said
the doctor, looking at the half-hung door of the girl's abode, and
listening to the wind as it sighed through broken window-panes and along
the entry.

'Come on, and you'll see,' replied Kornicker; and seizing him by the arm,
he led him half stumbling up the stairs, and finally paused at the girl's
room.

'Look in there, if you want to see comfort,' said he, with an irony that
seemed almost savage, from the laugh which accompanied it. 'Isn't that a
sweet death-chamber for one who all her life has had every thing that
money could buy?'

The doctor glanced in the room, then at the fierce, excited face of his
companion. 'Come, come,' said he, in a kind tone, taking Kornicker's hand;
'don't give way to these feelings. She'll be well taken care of now. Harry
Harson never does a good action by halves. Come in.'

He pushed the door open very gently, and went to the bed. The girl seemed
sleeping, for she did not move. He took the candle, and held it so that
the light fell on her face. He then placed his hand gently upon her wrist.
He kept it there for some moments, then held up the light again, and
looked at her face; after which he placed it on the floor, rose up, and
took a long survey of the room.

'It's a wretched place,' said he, speaking in a whisper. 'She must have
suffered terribly here.'

'This is the way the poor live,' said Kornicker, in a low, bitter tone;
'this is the way _she_ has lived; but we'll save her from dying so.'

The doctor looked at him, and then turned away and bit his lip:

'What are you going to do for her?' demanded Kornicker, after a pause:
'have you medicine with you?'

'She requires nothing now,' said the doctor, in a tone scarcely above a
whisper. 'She's dead!'

Kornicker hastily took the light, and bent over her. He remained thus for
a long time; and when he rose, his eyes were filled with tears.