—you would go to the tavern. It seemed almost as if you couldn't help it."
Morgan groaned in spirit.
"Maybe I can help you better, father, after I die. I love you so much, that I am sure God will let me come to you, and stay with you always, and be your angel. Don't you think he will, mother?"
But Mrs. Morgan's heart was too full. She did not even try to answer, but sat, with stream ing eyes, gazing upon her child's face.
"Father, I dreamed something about you, while I slept to-day." Mary again turned to her father.
"What was it, dear?"
"I thought it was night, and that I was still sick. You promised not to go out again until I was well. But you did go out; and I thought you went over to Mr. Slade's tavern. When I knew this, I felt as strong as when I was well, and I got up and dressed myself, and started out after you. But I hadn't gone far, before I
