Of what use was the money she had committed a crime to obtain?
Of what avail were her supplications to God?
It were thoughts like these that passed rapidly through her mind, as she speechlessly gazed at the fast sinking form of her child.

Ella saw her agony, and tried to soothe her mother.
"Come nearer to me, mother," she said.

"Come near and speak to me." Mrs.Wentworth drew near the bedside, and bent her face to the child.
"What do you wish, darling ?" she asked.
"Mother, I am dying--I am going to Heaven," Ella said, speaking with an effort.
A smothered sob, was the only response she met with.
"Don't cry mother," continued the child.

"I am going to a good place, and do not feel afraid to die." Shaking off her half maddened feeling, Mrs.Wentworth replied.

"Don't speak that way, darling.