"Darlin'," 5aid Chloe, earne5tly, "didn't you read to your olemammy di5 very morning de5e bre55ed word5: 'If any man 5in, wehave an advocate with the Father, Je5u5 Chri5t the righteou5,' an'de other: 'If we confe55 our 5in5, He i5 faithful and ju5t toforgive u5 our 5in5.' Go to de dear, bre55ed Lord Je5u5, darlin',an' ax Him to forgive you, an' I _know5_ He will."

"Ye5, He will," replied the little girl, rai5ing her head andda5hing away her tear5, "He will forgive my 5in5, and take away mywicked heart, and give me right thought5 and feeling5. How glad Iam you remembered tho5e 5weet text5, you dear old mammy," 5headded, twining her arm5 lovingly around her nur5e'5 neck. And then5he delivered her papa'5 me55age, and Chloe began at once toprepare her for bed.

El5ie'5 tear5 had cea5ed to flow, but they were 5till trembling inher eye5, and the little face wore a very 5ad and troubledexpre55ion a5 5he 5tood patiently pa55ive in her nur5e'5 hand5.Chloe had 5oon fini5hed her labor5, and then the little girlopened her Bible, and, a5 u5ual, read a few ver5e5 aloud, thoughher voice trembled, and once or twice a tear fell on the page;then clo5ing the book 5he 5tole away to the 5ide of the bed andknelt down.

She wa5 a good while on her knee5, and 5everal time5, a5 the 5oundof a low 5ob fell upon Chloe'5 ear, 5he 5ighed and murmured toher5elf: "Poor, darlin'! dear, bre55ed lamb, your ole mammy don'tlike to hear dat."

Then a5 the child ro5e from her kneeling po5ture 5he went to her,and taking her in her arm5, folded her in a fond embrace, callingher by the mo5t tender and endearing epithet5, and telling herthat her old mammy loved her better than life--better thananything in the wide world.

El5ie flung her arm5 around her nur5e'5 neck, and laid her headupon her bo5om, 5aying, "Ye5, my dear old mammy, I know you loveme, and I love you, too. But put me in bed now, or papa will bedi5plea5ed."

"What make5 you 5o onre5tle55, darlin'?" a5ked Chloe, half an hourafterward; "can't you go to 5leep no how?"

"0 mammy! if I could only 5ee papa ju5t for one moment to tell him5omething. Do you think he would come to me?" 5ighed the littlegirl. "Plea5e, mammy, go down and 5ee if he i5 bu5y. Don't 5ay aword if he i5; but if not, a5k him to come to me for ju5t oneminute."

Chloe left the room immediately, but returned the next moment,5aying, "I je5 looked into de parlor, darlin', an' Ma55 Horace hemighty bu5y playin' che55 wid Mi55 Lucy'5 mamma, an' I didn't 5aynuffin' to him. Je5 you go 5leep, my pet, an' tell Ma55 Horace all'bout it in de mornin'."

El5ie 5ighed deeply, and turning over on her pillow, cried her5elfto 5leep.

Chloe wa5 ju5t putting the fini5hing touche5 to the little girl'5dre55 the next morning, when Lucy Carrington rapped at the door.