He raised his eyes to heaven and prayed God to help him in his hour of striving.

He prayed that the little life sleeping so calmly in his arms would be spared him.
"Oh God! answer my prayer, I beseech you," he cried.

Angela smiled contentedly in her sleep and spoke his same.

It seemed to O'Connell as if his prayer had been heard and answered.

He gathered the slight form up in, his arms and carried her to her room and sat by her until dawn.
It was the first night for many weeks that she had slept through till morning without starting out of her sleep in pain.