part of the house had been pretty well burned down by this time, and the front of the building began to blaze.
Ralph got a light wagon from the barn of a neighbor. A comfortable couch was made of pillows and blankets, and Mrs. Fogg and her child were placed on this. Ralph found no difficulty in enlisting volunteers to haul the wagon to his home, where his mother soon had the poor lady and her babe in a condition of safety and comfort. As Ralph returned to the dismantled and still smoking Fogg home he met a neighbor.
"Oh, Fairbanks," spoke this person, "you're in great demand up at the Foggs."
"How is that?"
"Fogg has come to. They told him about your saving his wife and child. He cried like a baby at first. Then he insisted on finding you. He's blessing you for your noble heroism, I tell you."
"I don't know about the noble heroism," returned Ralph with a smile. "Go back, will you, and tell him I'll see him in about an hour. Tell him to come down to our house at once. It's all arranged there to make him feel at home until he can make other arrangements."
"You're a mighty good fellow, Fairbanks," de-
