our when she knew Ensal would not be in, Tiara called at
his home to see his mother. Mrs. Ellwood received her in her bedroom.
She dropped on her knees by Mrs. Ellwood's side, and said in tones that
told of a sadly torn heart:

"Mrs. Ellwood, don't let your boy leave. We need him. I--, don't, don't
let him go."

"I have plead with him, my dear, but his mind is made up, it seems,"
said Mrs. Ellwood sorrowfully.

"Perhaps he thinks that--that--that I am not--as good a friend to him
as--ah! but he ought to--."

Tiara arose, clasped her hands tightly and bent her beautiful face
toward the floor thinking, thinking. Tears began to gather as she
thought of this culminating sorrow of a life so full of sorrows.

"Mrs. Ellwood," said Tiara, "when your son comes home, for
my--well--please, oh please, beseech him to stay. Think me not immodest
because I plead with you thus. I feel so sure; I know--somehow I know
that if all were known between your boy and myself he would not leave
the country, at least would not leave it--." Tiara paused and looked up
at Mrs. Ellwood as she finished her sentence with the word, "alone."

"May heaven pardon my boldness," said Tiara, with clasped hands, lifted
face and eyes straining for the light that would not come to her soul.

"I understand you, dear child. I must confess that I do not know what
has come over Ensal."

The two women now sat down upon the bed, and, clasped in each other's
arms, silently awaited Ensal's coming.

"Wait, dear," said Mrs. Ellwood. "I will bring you a copy of the
farewell address which he has prepared. Girl, my heart is drawn to you
and I love you, have loved you, and I always thought that Ensal loved
you with all the ardor of his soul. But I don't understand. I will get
the address. It might give us some light."

Mrs. Ellwood soon returned bringing with her the document, which was
addressed to a Negro organization devoted to the general uplift of the
race, a body that had been founded, and was now presided over by Ensal.

The paper ran as follows:

"FELLOW MEMBERS: I believe in the existence of one great
superior Intelligence whom the Christians know as the God of
heaven. I believe that this great being accords to men free
moral agency, but gathers up all that we do and shapes it to
his 'one far off divine event.'

"The Dutch slave trader that landed his cargo of slaves upon
the banks of the James River was moved theret