here."

I knew I would be safe where you were," he whispered--"I knew it,
and so I came. Kiss me, love.

How pure and fervent was the kiss laid instantly upon his lips!
There was a power in it to remand the evil influences that were
surrounding and pressing in upon him like a flood. All was quiet
now, and Mrs. Morgan neither by word nor movement disturbed the
solemn stillness that reigned in the apartment. In a few minutes
the deepened breathing of her husband gave a blessed intimation
that he was sinking into sleep. Oh, sleep! sleep! How tearfully,
in times past, had she prayed that he might sleep; and yet no
sleep came for hours and days--even though powerful opiates were
given--until exhausted nature yielded, and then sleep had a long,
long struggle with death. Now the sphere of his loving, innocent
child seemed to have overcome, at least for the time, the evil
influences that were getting possession even of his external
senses. Yes, yes, he was sleeping! Oh, what a fervent "Thank God!"
went up from the heart of his stricken wife.

Soon the quick ears of Mrs. Morgan detected the doctor's
approaching footsteps, and she met him at the door with a finger
on her lips. A whispered word or two explained the better aspect
of affairs, and the doctor said, encouragingly:

"That's good, if he will only sleep on."

"Do you think he will, doctor?" was asked anxiously.