In that instant all his life passed before him--its hopes, its failures, its miseries, its madness.

"Yes!" he thought, "I am mad." Raising his head, he cried wildly, "Boys, go, I am mad!" and sank again into his former position, rocking himself to and fro.

One by one the boys stole out, and he was left alone.

The end is soon told.

Forced to leave Ayrton, he had no means of earning his daily bread; and the weight of this new anxiety hastening the crisis, the handsome proud scholar became an inmate of the Brerely Lunatic Asylum.