of their coming they issued through another door upon the side street, each, as he disappeared, turning his face half round, and casting a casual glance upon a little group near another counter.  The group was of a very patient, half-frightened, half-puzzled looking gentleman who sat perfectly still on a stool, and of a lady who stood beside him, rubbing all over his head a handkerchief full of pounded ice, and easing one hand with the other when the first became tired.  Basil drank his soda and paused to look upon this group, which he felt would commend itself to realistic sculpture as eminently characteristic of the local life, and as “The Sunstroke” would sell enormously in the hot season.  “Better take a little more of that,” the apothecary said, looking up from his prescription, and, as the organized sympathy of the seemingly indifferent crowd, smiling very kindly at his patient, who thereupon tasted something in the glass he held.  “Do you still feel like fainting?” asked the humane authority.  “Slightly, now and then,” answered the other, “but I’m hanging on hard to the bottom curve of that icicled S on your soda-fountain, and I feel that I’m all right as long as I can see that.  The people get rather hazy, occasionally, and have no features to speak of.  But I don’t know that I look very impressive myself,” he added in the jesting mood which seems the natural condition of Americans in the face of all embarrassments.

“O, you’ll do!” the apothecary answered, with a laugh; but he said, in answer to an anxious question from the lady, “He mustn’t be moved for an hour yet,” and gayly pestled away at a prescription, while she resumed her office of grinding the pounded ice round and round upon her husband’s skull.  Isabel offered her the commiseration of friendly words, and of looks kinder yet, and then seeing that they could do nothing, she and Basil fell into the endless procession, and passed out of the side door.  “What a shocking thing!” she whispered.  “Did you see how all the people looked, one after another, so indifferently at that couple, and evidently forgot them the next instant?  It was dreadful.  I shouldn’t like to have you sun-struck in New York.”

“That’s very considerate of you; but place for place, if any accident must happen to me among strangers, I think I should prefer to have it in New York.  The biggest place is always the kindest as well as the cruelest place.  Amongst the thousands of spectators the good Samaritan as well as the Levite would be sure to be.  As for a sun-stroke, it requires peculiar gifts.  But if you compel me to a choice in the matter, then I say, give me the busiest part of Broadway for a sun-stroke.  There is such experience of calamity there that you could hardly fall the first victim to any misfortune.  Probably the gentleman at the apothecary’s was merely exhausted by the heat, and ran in there for revival.  The apothecary has a case of the kind on his hands every blazing afternoon, and knows just what to do.  The crowd