Suddenly the door opened slowly and a woman poorly dressed entered, leading a little boy of about three years old. When he saw us he stopped and turned to hide behind the folds of his mother's dress. "Come in, come in," said Teresa kindly, as she led them both to the side of my dear one lying there so white and still. "Oh, Carlito," exclaimed the poor woman turning to her little son as she dropped upon her knees beside the bed. "How I wish you could understand! This is that lovely one who saved your life! She took your place there under the horses' hoofs!" Then taking Paula's two hands in her own she said, "Oh, Mademoiselle, oh, that you might hear me! Would that I might do something in return for what you have done for my boy! Oh, is there nothing I can do?" "Yes, my dear woman," said our old servant--and her eyes were streaming--"I'll tell you what you can do. Nothing would have pleased Paula better than to have known that you had taken the Lord Jesus as your Saviour. Also you may take this dear child and dedicate and train him for God's service in the days to come." "That," said the poor woman, "I solemnly promise to do if you will show me how." Thus it was that our Teresa had the joy of pointing her first soul to the Saviour. Tenderly my father cut off two locks of that beautiful hair of our dear one, and as the woman went out he said. "Take this one and keep it always in remembrance of the rescuer of your little boy; and this other one," and he held out the second to her also, "keep it for him until he's old enough to understand." Taking them from my father's hand she silently kissed them and placed them in the bosom of her dress as she and her little one glided through the outer door. Louis had gone out on a special errand, and he soon returned, bringing with him from the factory the object of his search. The poor Breton, followed by his sons and all the other "scholars" of the night-school, started to enter the room and then stopped abashed at the threshold. At the invitation of my father however, one by one they all came to the bedside, pale and shaken with emotion. "I'm glad you were able to get here before the end came," said my father. "Oh, if you could only know how she loved you all!" The Breton suddenly broke down and cried like a child. When he could control himself he said, "It was but this very morning that I passed her on the street. She seemed just like a happy bird as she waved me 'good day,'--and now--now--to find her dying here!" "May the dear Lord's will be done!" said Teresa. The poor Breton had buried his face in his hands, but suddenly looking up, he said humbly,