rfered so much with
traveling.

He had bought some supper at a grocery store, and, after spending an
hour there, had set out again on his wanderings. He found the walking so
bad that he made up his mind to apply for a lodging at a house not
far back; but a fierce dog, by his barking, had deterred him from the
application. The road was lonely, and he had seen no other house since.
Finally, exhausted by the effort of dragging himself through the deep
snow, and, stiff with cold, he sank down by the side of the road, and
would doubtless have frozen had not the doctor made his appearance
opportunely.

Mrs. Drayton was alarmed when her husband entered the sitting-room,
bearing Phil's insensible form.

She jumped to her feet in alarm.

"Who is it, Joseph?" she asked.

"A poor Italian boy, whom I found by the side of the road."

"Is he dead?" asked the doctor's wife, quickly.

"I think not. I will restore him if there is any life left in him."

It was fortunate for Phil that he had been discovered by a skillful
physician, who knew the most effectual means of bringing him to. The
flame of life was burning low, and a little longer exposure would have
closed the earthly career of our young hero. But he was spared, as we
hope, for a happy and useful career.

By the application of powerful restoratives Phil was at length brought
round. His chilled limbs grew warm, and his heart began to beat more
steadily and strongly. A bed was brought down to the sitting-room, and
he was placed in it.

"Where am I?" he asked faintly, when he opened his eyes.

"You are with friends, my boy. Don't ask questions now. In the morning,
you may ask as many as you like."

Phil closed his eyes languidly, and soon fell into a sound sleep.

Nature was doing her work well and rapidly.

In the morning Phil woke up almost wholly restored.

As he opened his eyes, he met the kind glances of the doctor and his
wife.

"How do you feel this morning?" asked the doctor.

"I feel well," said Phil, looking around him with curiosity.

"Do you think you could eat some breakfast?" asked Dr. Drayton, with a
smile.

"Yes, sir," said Phil.

"Then, my lad, I think I can promise you some as soon as you are
dressed. But I see from your looks you want to know where you are and
how you came here. Don't you remember the snow-storm yesterday?"

Phil shuddered. He remembered it only too well.

"I found you lying by the side of the road about half-past eig