He was now pastor of the most influential church in Bayton, and had thrown himself, heart and soul, into the campaign which was now ended. He said he had borne calumny and insult in the cause, and expected he would still have to endure it; but, God helping him, he would, in the future as in the past, do his duty, and had no doubt but every one who had worked for the end now accomplished would do the same. They were about to close the meeting when a man arose and asked permission to read a communication from the _Globe_. Permission was given, and he read amid the profoundest silence, the following: "A BAYTON MAN KILLED ON THE RAILWAY TRACK! THE LAST OF A WILFUL SON. "The engineer of the morning train from Belleville thought he noticed something upon the track, shortly after leaving the city. He whistled down brakes, and the train was stopped. Upon going back the horrible discovery was made of the dead body of a man, with both legs cut off just above the knee. "The body was lying on the south side of the track, face downward, and the remnants of his legs on the inside between the rails. Upon his head was a wound which may have rendered him senseless at the moment of the fatal occurrence. The man was well dressed and appeared to be respectable. It is supposed he fell from the train which had immediately preceded the one by which he was found. The coroner was sent for and, upon searching the dead man's pockets, nothing was found but a letter, enclosed in a mourning envelope, and addressed to Willie Fleming, Bayton. The letter reads as follows, and founds the only clue to his person and character: "BAYTON, June 20th, 187--. "MY DEAR SON WILLIE,--"I received your letter last week, after I had almost given up hope of hearing from you again. My son, remember that 'hope deferred maketh the heart sick.' Please do not cause your poor old mother again to suffer such pain and anguish. "My darling boy, you have had another warning not to indulge in strong drink. I would to God, my son, you would take it. Your course is cruel, and is slowly but surely killing me. God forgive the man who first led you astray, and the men, some of them in high position in this town, who have helped on the work. "Oh! my son, I long to see you, and my daily prayer to our heavenly Father is that you may become--as you once were--pure and good. I hope you are now steady and giving good satisfaction to your employers. No more at present from your heart-broken MOTHER. "P.S.--Write as soon as you receive this, and it will save me a great deal of mental anguish. M. F."