Such was Ensal's solemn soliloquy. How little did he dream of what was in store for him. Going to his front gate he received the mail. To his great surprise, the handwriting on one envelope seemed to be that of Gus Martin. He quickly tore this letter open and read its contents. He looked around and about cautiously, as if to see if any one was observing him. He crumbled the letter tightly in his hand and started toward the house, when he began to sway to and fro. His head grew dizzy, he tottered and fell. His mother, who had been observing him through the window, suppressed an incipient scream that almost escaped her lips, and rushed to her son's side. She had seen the effects of the letter, and her first act was to attempt to gain possession of it for the possible protection of her boy. But even in his swooning condition he clutched the letter with so powerful a grasp that she could not wrest it from him. She now cried aloud for help, and neighbors came to her rescue. Ensal was borne into the house, his mother keeping in close touch with the hand that held the letter. After some effort he was restored to consciousness, and his first words were, "The letter! The letter! O my God! the letter!" "You have it, my boy. It has never left your hand," said his mother. "Thank heaven!" uttered Ensal fervently. When Ensal seemed to be nearly restored to his normal state the neighbors retired. "Mother, ask me not why, but prepare my things. I must leave America," said Ensal, in a tone so forlorn as to deeply touch the mother's heart. Drawing near to Ensal she threw her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes as if to read his soul. Upon this holy scene where troubled son and anxious mother meet we will not obtrude, and so step lightly out of the room. CHAPTER XXIX. _A Revelation._ The fact that Ensal was to resign his church and leave the country was soon known throughout Almaville and filled the hearts of the good people of both races with sore regret. Tiara was amazed. "Am I no more to him than that," she asked herself. Choosing an hour when she knew Ensal would not be in, Tiara called at his home to see his mother. Mrs. Ellwood received her in her bedroom. She dropped on her knees by Mrs. Ellwood's side, and said in tones that told of a sadly torn heart: "Mrs. Ellwood, don't let your boy leave. We need him. I--, don't, don't let him go." "I have plead with him, my dear, but his mind is made up, it seems," said Mrs. Ellwood sorrowfully. "Perhaps he thinks that--that--that I am not--as good a friend to him as--ah! but he ought to--." Tiara arose, clasped her hands tightly and bent her beautiful face toward the floor thinking, thinking. Tears began to gather as she thought of this culminating sorrow of a life so full of sorrows.