lease him. Juley stood by, frightened and crying, but not
able to do anything.

"I flew to untie him from his chair, which was in a bright blaze, and
then rushed to the door to send for a doctor. Then the mother came. Oh,
dear! I wouldn't go through such a scene again for a kingdom. I don't
believe the poor child was conscious; the doctor thought not; but such a
sight! You wouldn't know him from a piece of burnt wood; and there he
lay, only showing he was alive by a feeble groan.

"Mrs. Lane shrieked and tore her hair, and when Juley pulled her dress,
I was afraid she'd kill her, too. So I got a neighbor to carry her off,
screaming and fighting. The old woman hasn't been across the room
before by herself for a year, and now lies speechless on the bed; I
don't believe she'll live till morning."

Mr. Codman put on his hat directly and hurried away to the distressed
family, while his wife took off Fanny's hat, and brought her a cup of
tea, begging her to try and eat a piece of toast.

"You'll be sick, dear, if you don't," she urged. "The shock has been too
much for you."

"I can't hold the cup;" sobbed Fanny, giving way at last; and then she
held up her poor burned hands and arms.

"Oh! oh dear!" screamed her sister.

"My poor, poor girl!" exclaimed Mrs. Matthews; and then they and Josey
and Nurse all cried together.

In less than half an hour Mr. Codman returned, and the doctor with him.

The old woman had breathed her last. Fanny had saved her from burning
to death, by tearing off her blazing clothes at the risk of her own
life. The neighbors all said Miss Fanny was an angel. If it had not been
for her presence of mind, the house would have been burned, and the
widow have lost everything.

The doctor bound up the poor, blistered hands and arms, talking
cheerfully as he did so, but, his eyes grew moist as he told them
afterward what she had done.

CHAPTER VII.

JOSEY'S SORROW.

In the hurry and excitement, no one thought of little Josey. It was not
till Aunt Fanny was sinking to sleep from the effects of the doctor's
medicine that his mother found him sobbing by himself in the corner.

"What will become of Juley, mamma? will she have to be put into
prison?"

"Don't think about Juley to-night, dear," she answered, soothingly.
"You'll cry yourself sick. We must all thank God, who saved our dear
Aunt Fanny's life. She was so good and thoughtful, and did not once stop
on account of the pain in her