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 caution, and try to have him avoid anything that would be likely to bring disquiet to her."

He hastened away, and Susaa returned to her mother's bed-side. The invalid seemed rather restless, and looking up at her daughter, inquiringly, said:

"Things seem very strange to me to-day, Susan; I can't account for it."

"How do they seem, mother?" asked Susan, with a misgiving at her heart, and averting her eyes as she spoke.

"That is what I can't describe. I seem to want to talk, yet I don't."

"Because you fear that it will tire you, I suppose."

"No; rather because I have a feeling that you don't wish to hear me."

The sick woman again lifted her eyes to her daughter's face, and found it suffused with a blush.

"Why, mother," she hastened to say, at the