"Here he is, mother." And now she saw that Joe had crept into the
bed behind the sick child and that her arm was drawn tightly
around his neck.

"You won't let them hurt me, will you dear?" said the pool
frightened victim of a terrible mania.

"Nothing will hurt you father," answered Mary, in a voice that
showed her mind to be clear, and fully conscious of her parent's
true condition.

She had seen him thus before. Ah! what an experience for a child!

"You're an angel--my good angel, Mary," he murmured, in a voice
yet trembling with fear "Pray for me, my child. Oh ask your father
in heaven to save me from these dreadful creatures. There now!" he
cried, rising up suddenly and looking toward the door. "Keep out!
Go away! You can't come in here. This is Mary's room, and she's an
angel. Ah, ha! I knew you wouldn't dare come in here--

"A single saint can put to flight
Ten thousand blustering sons of night"

He added in a half wandering way yet with an assured voice, as he
laid himself back upon his pillow and drew the clothes over his
head.

"Poor father!" sighed the child as she gathered both arms about
his neck! "I will be your good angel. Nothing shall hurt you