red 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 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.

"He may. But we cannot hope too strongly. It would be something very
unusual."

Both passed noiselessly into the chamber. Morgan still slept, and by
his dee