rther, and peered beneath.

"You know there's nothing in your bed, see!"

And Mrs. Morgan threw with a single jerk all the clothes upon the floor.

"There now! look for yourself. Now shut your eyes," she continued as
she spread the sheet and quilt over him after his head was on the
pillow. "Shut them tight and keep them so until I boil the water and
make a cup of coffee You know as well as I do that it's nothing but
fancy."

Morgan closed his eyes firmly, and drew the clothes over his head.

"I'll be back in a few minutes" said his wife going hurriedly to the
door. Ere leaving, however she partly turned her head and glanced back.
There sat her husband upright and staring fearfully.

"Don't Fanny! don't go away!" he cried in a frightened voice.

Joe! Joe! why will you be so foolish? It's nothing but imagination. Now
do lie down and shut your eyes. Keep them shut. There now.

And she laid a hand over his eyes and pressed it down tightly.

"I wish Doctor Green was here," said the wretched man. "He could give
me something."

"Shall I go for him?"

"Go Fanny! Run over right quickly"

"But you won't keep in bed"

"Yes I will. There, now" And he drew the clothes over his face "There
I'll lie just so until you come back. Now run Fanny, and don't stay a
minute."

Scarcely stopping to think Mrs. Morgan went hurriedly from the room and
drawing an old shawl over her head started with swift feet for the
residence of Doctor Green which was not very far away. The kind doctor
understood at a word the sad condition of her husband and promised to
attend him immediately. Back she flew at even a wilder speed her heart
throbbing with vague apprehension. Oh! what a fearful cry was that
which smote her ears as she came within a few paces of home. She knew
the voice, changed as it was by terror, and a shudder almost palsied
her heart. At a single bound she cleared the intervening space and in
the next moment was in the room where she had left her husband. But he
was not there! With suspended breath, and feet that scarcely obeyed her
will, she passed into the chamber where little Mary lay. Not here!

"Joe! husband!" she called in a faint voice.

"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," answe