A soft smile trembled over the child's face; her eyelids drooped
wearily, and she fell off into slumber again. She seemed not so
restless as before--did not moan, nor throw herself about in her
sleep.

"She's better, I think," said Morgan, as he bent over her, and
listened to her softer breathing.

"It seems so," replied his wife. "And now, Joe, you must go to bed
again. I will lie down here with Mary, and be ready to do any
thing for her that she may want."

"I don't feel sleepy. I'm sure I couldn't close my eyes. So let me
sit up with Mary. You are tired and worn out."

Mrs. Morgan looked earnestly into her husband's face. His eyes
were unusually bright, and she noticed a slight nervous
restlessness about his lips. She laid one of her hands on his, and
perceived a slight tremor.

"You must go to bed," she spoke firmly. "I shall not let you sit
up with Mary. So go at once." And she drew him almost by force
into the next room.

"It's no use, Fanny. There's not a wink of sleep in my eyes. I
shall lie awake anyhow. So do you get a little rest." Even as he
spoke there were nervous twitchings of his arms and shoulders; and
as he entered the chamber, impelled by his wife, he stopped
suddenly and said: