loss of blood, together with severe blows upon his body, had nearly extinguished life; and when the compassionate youth returned, bringing some water in the sort of helmet he wore, he gently raised the head of Zerah toward it; the attempt to taste it was vain. The youth then poured a small quantity into the hollow of his hand, and while trying to apply it to the lips of the dying man, those lips closed in death. The surrounding hardened group cast a cold glance upon the composed countenance of the deceased, but the youthful robber in a low tone of concern said, "I will bury him." * *

THE END.