tells me that life is never more to be life to me."

Mrs. Seabright did not at all relish the sentimental turn of her son's
mind, but she began in as tender tones as she could summon:

"Now I lay me down to sleep."

"Now I lay me down to sleep," repeated the young man.

"I pray the Lord my soul to keep," his mother continued.

"I pray the Lord my soul to keep," said he.

"If I should die before I wake," the mother said.

"If I should die before I wake," said the son.

"I pray the Lord my soul to take," concluded the mother.

"I pray the Lord my soul to take," the son repeated lingeringly.

"Mother, truly I am laying me down to sleep. I am putting my life, my
soul away. When I awake from this sleep into which your influence as a
mother has lulled me, I shall awake to look into the face of my
Creator."

The young man now arose and turning upon his mother, he said out of a
burning heart: "Oh, mother! May your soul meet God. As I leave you, let
me tell you it takes that to reach your case!"

"You are not the son of your mother," quietly said she.

The young man now rushed from the room to get out of the presence of one
who, though his mother, possessed nothing in common with his own soul.
In spite of the manner of his leaving, Mrs. Seabright knew full well
that he would perform unto the utmost all that she had exacted of him.

Mrs. Seabright resumed her seat and rocked to and fro complacently for a
few moments. Arising, she went to a rolling door, leading to a room
adjoining her own. There, coiled upon the bed, lay the beautiful young
woman whom we first saw endeavoring to attract the attention of the
Negro porter to a note. Her hair lay wildly about her pretty brow, there
were tear stains upon her cheeks and her eyelids were closed. A fear
seized Mrs. Seabright that her daughter might be dead. Rushing to the
bedside, she called, "Eunice! Eunice!"

The young woman opened her blue eyes into her mother's, sat up and began
to sob violently. The mother put her arms around the young woman, but
the latter jumped from the bed and pulled herself away.

"Now, Eunice, don't act in that way. You can't see how bright a future I
have mapped out for you. If you only knew!"

The young woman shook her head in rejection of all that the mother might
offer.

"I will let you see her as often as you choose, Eunice!"

"Will you?" almost shrieked the young woman, stamping her foot upon the
floor, a wild look of joy leaping i