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i. 14 I "Hullo, old man!" The thin hand of the little Hebrew came jocularly into contact with his back. "Hullo." Heatherington did not raise his eyes. He would like to have shaken off (he intimate touch. Bernstein's habit of buttonholing him on every occasion was odious to him. Still, business intertsb demanded that he should maintain at least an appearance of civility. There were times when he almost wished that it were possible to offend the little broker. More than once he had thought, with a sigh of relief, that the thing was done. But always at their next meeting he encountered, with a shock of surprise, the same smile in the inscrutable dark eves. "Whew !" Bernstein took off his hat and wiped his forehead. Then his hand sought the lapel of coat. "Say, buy L. S. & M. She's bound to go up," he advised. "You know I don't dabble in stocks." Heatherington answered, coldly. The broker thrust his hands into his pockets and sank his head between his shoulders, as much' as to say, "Everyone to his taste." Heatherington moved away as then-car rounded into sight, and. with a sigh of self-congratulation, slipped into the one vacant place on a rear seat, while Bernstein crowded in ahead. There was a mile's stretch of ground, when the city was left well behind, where the track ran through private land and left it by a sharp curve. Heatherington. raising his eyes after three ters of an hour's absorption in the day's news, saw that they were racing towards this bend with that license which the usually careful motorman allowed himself here. Ere the latter could slacken down for the curve something appeared around it which froze the blood in the veins of those who looked. There was a harsh, ominous sound of grinding wheels as the man flung his whole weight on the THE HONOLULU TIMES. brakes. For one fascinated instant Heatherington gazed with starting veins at the oncoming herald of death which rushed to meet them and jumped. He opened his eyes after a moment during which heaven and earth seemed to crash together, and to annihilate his reason by their contact, to find himself unhurt by the roadside, staring dizzily at what had once been two electric cars. He recalled, wanderingly, without knowing why, a day when as a small boy his father had taken him to see a cyclorama of Gettysburg. That scene had been far more real to him than was the one upon which he now looked. Yet hefc men ran hither and thither, shouting, calling, cursing, and through all the horror and confusion there rose and fell a dull, monotonous, moaning accompaniment of human pain, punctured by sharp cries of agony. What roused Heatherington was the sight of Bernstein Bernstein, with the crownless rim of his hat jammed down over his ears, with one sleeve partly torn from his coat, his face streaked with blood and sweat, working with the peculiar and tenacity of his race. Even while Heatherington looked he picked a baby from the mass of wreckage. The child was apparently unhurt, though its breath came in swift, soundless gasps of terror. One small hand clung tightly to the broken neck of a nursing bottle. Particles of the frail glass stuck to the muslin of its little dress. Bernstein set the baby down gently amid some soft grass and returned. "Here, Heatherington," he called, "help me if you're even half alive. T've got to find thee kid's mother." Confusedly Heatherington took a few steps forward. Then as he stooped the low moaning of a woman separated itself from all other sounds and pierced his Something within him seemed to snap and his brain cleared instantly. For the first time in all his self-contained, reserved life the crv of humanitv of humanity outside the few lives that were dearer to him than his own reached him in its extremity, its agony, and the manhood within him responded with a rush of reserve strength that shook him. He got on the ground and wedged his shoulder under the mass of debris which pinned down the baby's mother. He still seemed to see that helpless hand clinging to the broken bottle neck. Then, with a thrill of joy in the consciousness of his own power, he took a deep breath and put forth all his strength. "That's it" Bernstein was flat on his face, gasping, beside him "half an inch higher, that's it. ATow I can reach her! Now I've got her ! For God's sake, man, hold on don't give out yet !" The veins stood out on the Englishman's neck and forehead like whipcord, under a weight which would have crushed the back- and shoulders of another man. With palms pressed upon the ground and arms hard as iron, his splendid muscles answered to the strain put upon them. He staggered a little when he stood up. Then he helped Bernstein to carry the woman away. Her eyes opened upon them in an agony of inquiry as they laid her down. With quick instinct Bernstein lifted the baby and put it within her arms. Heatherington drew off his coat and, folding it, laid it under her head. Then they returned to the wreck. For an hour they worked side by side, foremost among the eager band of rescuers, the wiry body of the little Israelite serving as the thin end of the wedge where the Briton's more ponderous strength could follow. And the people whom they drew from agony and death saw not a Jew and a Gentile, but two of the sons of God. When the last ambulance had rolled away Bernstein stooped, and raising a pail of iced water, which some one had brought from a neighboring house, drank greedily. Heatherington took the vessel from his hands and finished the con-