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СКАЧАТЬ light! quick, quick, a light!" he cried, raising Elsie's insensible form in his arms; "the child has fainted."

      One of the others, instantly snatching a lamp from a distant table, brought it near, and the increased light showed Elsie's little face, ghastly as that of a corpse, while a stream of blood was flowing from a wound in the temple, made by striking against some sharp corner of the furniture as she fell.

      She was a pitiable sight indeed, with her fair face, her curls, and her white dress all dabbled in blood.

      "Dinsmore, you're a brute!" exclaimed Travilla indignantly, as he placed her gently on a sofa.

      Horace made no reply, but, with a face almost as pale as her own, bent over his little daughter in speechless alarm, while one of the guests, who happened to be a physician, hastily dressed the wound, and then applied restoratives.

      It was some time ere consciousness returned, and the father trembled with the agonizing fear that the gentle spirit had taken its flight.

      But at length the soft eyes unclosed, and gazing with a troubled look into his face, bent so anxiously over her, she asked, "Dear papa, are you angry with me?"

      "No, darling," he replied in tones made tremulous with emotion, "not at all."

      "What was it?" she asked in a bewildered way; "what did I do? what has happened?"

      "Never mind, daughter," he said, "you have been ill; but you are better now, so don't think any more about it."

      "She had better be put to bed at once," said the physician.

      "There is blood on my dress," cried Elsie, in a startled tone; "where did it come from?"

      "You fell and hurt your head," replied her father, raising her gently in his arms; "but don't talk any more now."

      "Oh! I remember," she moaned, an expression of keen distress coming over her face; "papa—"

      "Hush! hush! not a word more; we will let the past go," he said, kissing her lips. "I shall carry you to your room now, and see you put to bed."

      He held her on his knee, her head resting on his shoulder, while Chloe prepared her for rest.

      "Are you hungry, daughter?" he asked.

      "No, papa; I only want to go to sleep."

      "There, Aunt Chloe, that will do," he said, as the old nurse tied on the child's night-cap; and raising her again in his arms, he carried her to the bed and was about to place her on it.

      "Oh papa! my prayers first, you know," she cried eagerly.

      "Never mind them to-night," said he, "you are not able."

      "Please let me, dear papa," she pleaded; "I cannot go to sleep without."

      Yielding to her entreaties, he placed her on her knees, and stood beside her, listening to her murmured petitions, in which he more than once heard his own name coupled with a request that he might be made to love Jesus.

      When she had finished, he again raised her in his arms, kissed her tenderly several times, and then laid her carefully on the bed, saying, as he did so, "Why did you ask, Elsie, that I might love Jesus?"

      "Because, papa, I do so want you to love Him; it would make you so happy; and besides, you cannot go to heaven without it; the Bible says so."

      "Does it? and what makes you think I don't love Him?"

      "Dear papa, please don't be angry," she pleaded, tearfully, "but you know Jesus says, 'He that keepeth my commandments, he it is that loveth me.'"

      He stooped over her. "Good night, daughter," he said.

      "Dear, dear papa," she cried, throwing her arm round his neck, and drawing down his face close to hers, "I do love you so very, very much!"

      "Better than anybody else?" he asked

      "No, papa, I love Jesus best; you next."

      He kissed her again, and with a half sigh turned away and left the room. He was not entirely pleased; not quite willing that she should love even her Saviour better than himself.

      Elsie was very weary, and was soon asleep. She waked the next morning feeling nearly as well as usual, and after she had had her bath and been dressed by Chloe's careful hands, the curls being arranged to conceal the plaster that covered the wound on her temple, there was nothing in her appearance, except a slight paleness, to remind her friends of the last night's accident.

      She was sitting reading her morning chapter when her father came in, and taking a seat by her side, lifted her to his knee, saying, as he caressed her tenderly, "My little daughter is looking pretty well this morning; how does she feel?"

      "Quite well, thank you, papa," she replied, looking up into his face with a sweet, loving smile.

      He raised the curls to look at the wounded temple; then, as he dropped them again, he said, with a shudder, "Elsie, do you know that you were very near being killed last night?"

      "No, papa, was I?" she asked with an awe-struck countenance.

      "Yes, the doctor says if that wound had been made half an inch nearer your eye—I should have been childless."

      His voice trembled almost too much for utterance as he finished his sentence, and he strained her to his heart with a deep sigh of thankfulness for her escape.

      Elsie was very quiet for some moments, and the little face was almost sad in its deep thoughtfulness.

      "What are you thinking of, darling?" he asked.

      She raised her eyes to his face and he saw that they were brimful of tears.

      "O papa!" she said, dropping her head on his breast while the bright drops fell like rain down her cheeks, "would you have been so very sorry?"

      "Sorry, darling! do you not know that you are more precious to me than all my wealth, all my friends and relatives put together? Yes, I would rather part with everything else than lose this one little girl," he said, kissing her again and again.

      "Dear, dear papa! how glad I am that you love me so much!" she replied; and then relapsed into silence.

      He watched her changing countenance for some time, then asked, "What is it, darling?"

      "I was just thinking," she said, "whether I was ready to go to heaven, and I believe I was; for I know that I love Jesus; and then I was thinking how glad mamma would have been to see me; don't you think she would, papa?"

      "I can't spare you to her yet," he replied with emotion, "and I think she loves me too well to wish it."

      As Miss Day had not yet returned, Elsie's time was still pretty much at her own disposal, excepting when her papa gave her something to do; so, after breakfast, finding that he was engaged with some one in the library, she took her Bible, and seeking out a shady retreat in the garden, sat down to read.

      The Bible was ever the book of books to her, and this morning the solemn, tender feelings naturally caused by the discovery of her СКАЧАТЬ