hinted that she was unwell.--But she had become so
weak that one morning, on endeavoring to rise from the bed, she fell
back and fainted from exhaustion, and on her mother's chafing her
forehead with water for the purpose of reviving her, discovered that
Ella had a hot fever. She was very much alarmed, and would have called
a doctor, but knowing no medical man who would attend her child
without remuneration, she was necessitated to content herself with
what knowledge she had of sickness. This had caused the money she had
remaining in her possession to be quickly expended.

The little girl bore her illness uncomplainingly, and although each
day she sunk lower and felt herself getting weaker, she concealed her
condition, and answered her mother's questions cheerfully. She was a
little angel that God had sent to Mrs. Wentworth. She was too young to
appreciate the extent of her mother's wretchedness, but she saw that
something was wrong and kept silent, and she lay there that day sick.
There was no hope for the child. Death had marked her as his prey, and
nothing could stay or turn away his ruthless hand from this little
flower of earth. Stern fate had decreed that she should die. The
unalterable sentence had been registered in the book of Heaven, and an
angel stood at her bedside ready to take her to God.

The day passed over the wretched family. Ella lay on the bed in
silence throughout, what appeared to her, the long and weary hours;
the little boy called every few minutes for bread, and as his infant
voice uttered the call, the agony of Mrs. Wentworth increased. Thus
was the day passed, and as the dusk of evening spread its mantle over
the town, the soldier's wife prepared to receive her summons for
ejectment. She was not kept waiting long. No sooner had the darkness
set in, than Mr. Elder, accompanied by another man, opened the door
and entered the room.

"Well," he said, "have you succeeded in procuring money to pay the
rent."

"I have not," Mrs. Wentworth answered.

"I suppose you have made arrangements to go somewhere else then," he
remarked.

"No," she replied. "My child has been ill all day long, and I was
compelled to remain here and attend to her wants."

"That is very unfortunate," Mr. Elder remarked, "for this gentleman,"
pointing to the stranger who accompanied him, "has made arrangements
to take the room, and will move into it to-night.".

"Will he not wait until the morning," she enquired.

"I