et could get no further, but reeled dizzily, and would have fallen
if Mr. Lawrence had not sprung to her side, and, throwing his arm about
her slight form, asked, with great anxiety:

"What is it, Miss Huntington--are you hurt?"

"My arm," Violet murmured, with white lips, and, glancing down, he saw
that her left arm was hanging helplessly by her side.

"Ah! you must have hurt it when you fell against the railing," he said,
his face and tone both expressing great concern. Then he added: "Can you
lift it? Can you move it?"

Violet made an effort to do so, but the pain it produced was
intolerable, and the next moment she was lying unconscious in Mr.
Lawrence's arms.

He laid her gently upon the floor, and took advantage of her
insensibility to make an examination of the injured member, when, to his
consternation, he discovered that it was broken just above the elbow.

Bidding Bertha stay close beside her teacher, he then darted out of the
building, and, his carriage fortunately being within hailing distance,
he signaled for the coachman to come there.

Without waiting for Violet to recover consciousness, he, with the
assistance of one of the men who belonged in the gate-house, lifted her
into the carriage, placing her as comfortably as possible upon one of
the seats, and then bade the coachman drive with all possible speed back
to the city.

Mr. Lawrence had saturated his handkerchief with water before starting,
and now devoted himself to the task of reviving the insensible girl, by
bathing her face, and chafing her uninjured hand to restore circulation.

Violet soon began to come to herself, but only to experience intense
suffering, while her bruised and broken arm had begun to swell
frightfully.

"This is very unfortunate--I am very sorry," Mr. Lawrence said, deep
solicitude expressed in both tone and countenance, while Bertha sat
beside him weeping silently from sympathy.

Violet tried to bear her pain with fortitude. She made no outward
demonstration or complaint; but her colorless face, contracted brow, and
the wild look in her eyes betrayed but too plainly that her suffering
was excruciating.

The fleet horses made good time, and in less than an hour they were
home.

Violet was tenderly lifted from the carriage and borne to her own room,
whither the housekeeper and servants were summoned to attend her, while
Mr. Lawrence himself went for a surgeon.

Mrs. Davis was a kind and motherly woman, and see