At last she dropped asleep, and Calista dozed too, leaning on the side of the bed. She was wakened by a gentle touch from Miss Meeks, who had shared her vigil and spent almost the whole night in prayer. Calista looked at her aunt, and by the light of a new day saw the awful gray shadow which never falls but once. Her aunt was sensible; she pressed Calista's hand and spoke faintly— "Child—never love money—it is poison if you do; you'll have a great deal—but you had better lose it all—than set your heart on it." "You will forgive me, won't you, aunt?" said Calista, through her tears. "There was nothing to forgive," said she; "I am the one to need forgiveness—you and Druey were good to me—always." She held Calista's hand fast in hers, and looked fixedly at her. Then collecting her strength for a last effort, "God bless you!" she said, in her old strong tones—"God bless you!" Her head fell back. "She is gone," said Aunt Chloe, coming forward and closing the poor eyes that had looked their last. "The Lord have mercy on her! She confessed him in her death, if she didn't in her life." There is little more to tell. Old Jael was no sooner in Cohansey jail than she was attacked with rheumatic fever, of which she died after long suffering. She seemed much struck with Tom Edgar's bravery in saving her life at the risk of his own. She had every comfort consistent with her situation, but there was no cure and little alleviation was possible. At first she positively refused to hear one word on religion; but Tom Edgar at last won her to hear the Bible read, and by slow degrees her mind opened to the truth. Before she died she made a full confession. She said she and her husband had imposed on Miss Priscilla's credulity, in order to gain access to General Stanfield's house and get possession of the treasure which they believed he had hidden there. They had meant to frighten away Miss Druett and Calista, or to work on Miss Priscilla till she drove them out of the house, but the death of the former had opened the way for them more easily than they expected. They had found Miss Priscilla harder to deal with than they expected. Her suspicions became aroused, and she insisted on keeping the keys herself, so that at last they had given her things to make her keep her bed. What the "things" were she obstinately refused to tell, saying that some one might make a bad use of them again, but they were roots and herbs that her people knew of. She declared that her daughter had nothing to do with the robbery or with ill-treating Miss Priscilla. There being no proof against the younger woman, she was allowed to go free. And after her mother's death, she disappeared from the place. Zeke was tried and convicted, but his mind failed so entirely before the end of the trial that he was sent to an asylum; from which, however, he contrived to escape, and was found dead in the Red Hollow, to which some glimmering of remembrance had no doubt led him.