The fever has left you, but I will not answer for the consequences if you get excited." Robert lay quiet and thoughtful for awhile and, seeing he was wakeful, Iola said, "Have you any friends to whom you would like to send a letter ?" A pathetic expression flitted over his face, as he sadly replied, "I haven't, to my knowledge, a single relation in the world.

When I was about ten years old my mother and sister were sold from me.

It is more than twenty years since I have heard from them.

But that hymn which you were singing reminded me so much of my mother! She used to sing it when I was a child.

Please sing it again." Iola's voice rose soft and clear by his bedside, till he fell into a quiet slumber.