So  heavy  was  the  swoon,  that  for  two  hours  he  lay  as  he
felly  till  Schmucke  awoke  and  went  to  see  his  friend,  and
found  him  lying  unconscious  in  the  salon.  With  endless  pains
Schmucke  raised  the  half-dead  body  and  laid  it  on  the  bed;
but  when  he  came  to  question  the  death-stricken  man,  and
saw  the  look  in  the  dull  eyes  and  heard  the  vague,  inarticulate
words,  the  good  German,  so  far  from  losing  his  head,  rose  to
the  very  heroism  of  friendship.  Man  and  child  as  he  was,
with  the  pressure  of  despair  came  the  inspiration  of  a
mother's  tenderness,  a  woman's  love.  He  warmed  toWels  (he
found  towels!),  he  wrapped  them  about  Pons'  hands,  he  laid
them  over  the  pit  of  the  stomach;  he  took  the  cold,  moist
forehead  in  his  hands,  be  summoned  back  life  with  a  might
of  will  worthy  of  Apollonius  of  Tyana,  laying  kisses  on  his
friend's  eyelids  like  some  Mary  bending  over  the  dead  Christ,
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in  a  pietd  carved  in  bas-relief  by  some  great  Italian  sculptor.
The  divine  effort,  the  outpouring  of  one  life  into  another,
the  work  of  mother  and  of  lover,  was  crowned  with  snooess.
