Frank and his sister rode through the new village, or Mottville as it had been named, out of compliment to the owner of the factory, and had wondered where all the children running wild about the tenements went to school, as there was no appearance of a schoolhouse near by. But all thought of them was forgotten in subjects of greater interest, until one day Helen heard Frederic talking to his sister about the place. "Why not have a Sabbath school in one of the houses?" she asked, her countenance beaming with animation. "Exactly what I have wished," echoed the young clergyman, warmly; "but I do not know any room of suitable size." "Hire any room to begin with," suggested Sybil. "You wont have many scholars at first." "I should like to try, and see how many I could obtain," said Helen, glancing timidly in Frederic's face. "They are rough people," answered the young man. "It would not do for you to go alone." "I don't think there would be any danger. I used to go to worse places in the city, and I never met with abuse. If you will let me try it, I will begin to-morrow." He fixed on her a gaze so full of admiration, that she felt her cheeks burn, as she added, "I will inquire about a room first. How much ought I to give for the use of it?" "Very little. It is altogether probable that you will have one offered you. But I am anxious lest you should be annoyed. I would offer my services to go with you, but—" "Oh! I would much prefer going alone; that is, I should not dare to talk to the people before the minister." "Since when have you become so diffident, Helen?" Not considering an answer to this question necessary, Helen rose at once to return home. It was the middle of the afternoon of a very warm day in November. Having bid her friends adieu in a gay tone, our young friend passed through the gate with her sack hanging on her arm. From the dimples around her mouth, one might conclude her thoughts were pleasant ones. She had but a quarter of a mile to walk, and was already two thirds of the distance, when she heard the sound of loud shouting behind her. Curious, but not alarmed, she stopped, gazed into the distance, and not being able to discern anything, mounted a stone in order to see farther over the hill. She now perceived several men making signs and furious gestures, the meaning of which she was entirely at a loss to understand. Every moment the confusion increased, the men came running toward her, shouting and gesticulating, whether to her or to some other person she could not in her bewildered state decide. Sometimes running on a few steps and then stopping to look about her, at length to her horror she sees one man in advance of the rest, and instantly concludes he is a madman broken loose from the hospital. The screams and cries are now so near at hand that the poor girl can distinctly hear the words: "Fire! Shoot him! He'll catch her! She's right in his path! No, there's too much danger!"