an's rifle, he pulled the covering far enough
down to allow one terrified eye to keep track of the weapon.

"Mr. Seabright!" called the intruder.

"Sir," responded Mr. Seabright, in sepulchral tones.

"I think your wife belongs to that man Marshall's church," remarked the
man.

Mr. Seabright nodded assent.

"Tell her that her pastor will hardly live till morning and that he
would like to see her," said the man.

Mr. Seabright had now found courage to pull the cover down from over the
other eye, and it now rested on his nose.

"Did you hear me," said the man, rather sharply.

"You will please excuse my boldness," said Mr. Seabright, tremblingly,
"but you have a totally wrong conception of my disposition I fear, Mr.
Stranger. You can get the full benefit of my services with only the butt
end of that thing pointing my way, instead of the occasional shifting of
the muzzle in my direction."

The stranger smiled coldly and said, "Tell her what I said."

Mr. Seabright now got out of bed and proceeded to the door opening from
his room into that of his wife.

"Arabelle!" called Mr. Seabright through the partly opened door.

Mrs. Seabright, who was in the midst of a horrible dream, sprang out of
bed.

"Arabelle, Percy G. Marshall is dying and would like to see you."

"O my God! Can I save him?" she cried, wringing her hands.

Excited though she was, it was not long before she was attired and
rushing to the study of the church where she was told that she would
find the dying man. The door of the study was slightly ajar so that she
had no trouble in entering. There upon the sofa lay the dying man, his
hand pressed to his side, evidently in an effort to staunch the flow of
blood. It is the young man whom we saw repeating his childhood prayer
after Mrs. Seabright in the Domain Hotel.

"I knew that it would come to this, mother. I wanted to live to tell you
that," said the dying preacher.

"O my boy, my darling! O what has lain hold of me?" cried Mrs.
Seabright, as she knelt by the bedside of the dying one and kissed his
lips fervently.

A gasp and the spirit of the young man was gone. A loud scream rang out
on the night air when Mrs. Seabright realized that it was all over with
him.

"Wait, my boy, mother is coming."

Taking from her bosom a small vial she swallowed the contents, fell
across the breast of the dead and joined him in the spirit land.

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