CHAPTER Thirteenth.
"Humble love, And not proud reason, keeps the door of heaven; Love finds admission, where proud science fails." -- Young Elsie was on the veranda looking for her husband's return to breakfast; for it was already past the usual hour.
"All alone, little wife ?" he asked as he dismounted and came up the steps.
"Not now," she answered, putting her arms about his neck and looking up at him with her own fond, beautiful smile.

"But your face is sad, my husband! What news ?" "Sad enough, my little friend; poor old Uncle Mose has been so barbarously handled that he cannot live through the day, Dr.Barton says: and two of the others are suffering very much." Elsie's eyes were full.

"Does Uncle Mose know it ?" she asked.
"Yes, I told him, as tenderly as I could, and asked if he was ready to go.

'Yes, Mars Edard,' he said, with a triumphant smile, 'for I'se got fast hold ob Jesus.'" Elsie's head was laid on her husband's shoulder, the bright drops were coming fast down her cheeks.
"I have sent word to Mr.Wood," he went on, "the poor old fellow is anxious to see him; and you also." "Yes, yes, I will go down directly after prayers," she said.
Then he told her of the coffin laid at the door of Fairview, and the threatening words on its lid.
She heard it with a shudder and a sigh.

"Oh poor Mr.Leland! Edward, don't you think it would be wise in him to leave for the present ?" "Perhaps so.