bed his eyes wandered up to the ceiling, and the old look of
terror came into his face.

"'There it is now! Jump out of bed, quick! Jump out, Mary!' he
cried. 'See! it's right over your head.'

"Mary showed no sign of fear as she lifted her eyes to the
ceiling, and gazed steadily for a few moments in that direction.

"'There's nothing there, father,' said she, in a confident voice.

"'It's gone now,' Joe spoke in a tone of relief. 'Your angel-look
drove it away. Aha! There it is now, creeping along the floor!' he
suddenly exclaimed, fearfully; starting away from where he stood.

"'Here, father'! Here!' Mary called to him, and he sprung into the
bed again; while she gathered her arms about him tightly, saying
in a low, soothing voice, 'Nothing can harm you here, father.'

"Without a moment's delay, I gave him the morphine left by Doctor
Green. He took it eagerly, and then crouched down in the bed,
while Mary continued to assure him of perfect safety. So long as
he was clearly conscious as to where he was, he remained perfectly
still. But, as soon as partial slumber came, he would scream out,
and spring from the bed in terror and then it would take us
several minutes to quiet him again. Six times during the night did
this occur; and as often, Mary coaxed him back. The morphine I
continued to give as the doctor had directed. By morning, the
opiates had done their work, and he was sleeping soundly. When the
doctor came, we removed him to his own bed. He is still asleep;