"I am thankful to say that I left your dear mother resting peacefully," he observed in a whisper. "You must have had a distressing journey, Mr. Gay?" "I was very much alarmed," replied Gay, with a nervous gesture as if he were pushing aside a disagreeable responsibility. "The note took three days to find me, and I didn't know until I got here whether she was alive or dead." "It is easy to understand your feelings," returned the rector, still whispering though Gay had spoken in his natural voice. "Such a mother as yours deserves the most careful cherishing that you can give her. To know her has been an inspiration, and I am never tired of repeating that her presence in the parish, and occasional attendance at church, are privileges for which we should not forget to be thankful. It is not possible, I believe, for any woman to approach more closely the perfect example of her sex." "Perhaps I had better go up to her at once. We are deeply grateful to you, Mr. Mullen, for your sympathy." "Who would not have felt?" rejoined the other, and taking up his hat from the table, he went out, still treading softly as though he were walking upon something he feared to hurt. "Poor mother! It's wonderful the way she has with people!" exclaimed Gay, turning to Kesiah. "She's always had it with men--there's something so appealing about her. You'll be very careful what you say to her, Jonathan." "Oh, I'll not confess my sins, if that's what you mean," he responded as he ascended the staircase. The room was fragrant with burning cedar, and from the dormer-windows, latticed by boughs, a band of sunlight stretched over the carpet to the high white bed in which his mother was lying. Her plaintive blue eyes, which clung to him when he entered, appeared to say; "Yes, see how they have hurt me--a poor frail creature." Above her forehead her hair, which was going grey, broke into a mist, and spread in soft, pale strands over the pillow. Never had her helpless sweetness appealed so strongly to his emotions, as when she laid her hand on his arm and said in an apologetic whisper: "Dear boy, how I hated to bring you back." "As if I wouldn't have come from the end of the world, dearest mother," he answered. He had fallen on his knees by her bed, but when Kesiah brought him a chair, he rose and settled himself more comfortably. "I wanted you, dear, but if you knew how I dreaded to become a drag on you. Men must be free, I know--never let me interfere with your freedom--I feel such a helpless, burdensome creature." "If you could only see how young and lovely you look even when you are ill, you would never fear becoming a burden. In spite of your grey hairs, you might pass for a girl at this minute." "You wicked flatterer!--but, oh, Jonathan, I've had a blow!" "I understand. It must have been rough."