THE PANSY.
PATIO OF A PRIVATE HOUSE, CORDOVA, SPAIN.
ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON.
By Margaret Sidney.
V.
IT seemed an age to the three frantic passengers before the train ran into Brigham—but it was in reality five minutes ahead of time. St. George and his faithful adherent bade good-by with a heavy heart to Thomas, longing to stay and help him, but knowing that home they must go. Thomas tumbled out on the snowy platform more dead than alive from fear, and realizing that betrayal of a trust wasn't after all so productive of ease as it might be thought to be, he gathered himself up and walked uncertainly to the waiting-room door; a man standing within eyed him narrowly.
"We don't allow drunken people in here," he said coldly, "you'll have to stay outside."