"But, oh, God! the hour is fast approaching when madness must hold possession of my mind.

I go to my child--my poor dying child.

Oh, Heaven, help me!" As she moved her hand from the safe, she perceived a small package of money lying on it.

She paused and looked around.

The clerk had withdrawn at a sign from Mr.Swartz, while that gentleman was gazing intently at the open pages of a ledger, that lay before him.