I felt I know not what charm she possessed to calm my throbbing brain and burning heart; but as I turned from the gloom and darkness around to gaze upon her fair brow and unmoved features, I felt like the prisoner who turns from the cheerless desolation of his cell, and looks upon the fair world and the smiling valleys lying sunlit and shadowed before him.
Sleep at length came over me; and when I awoke, the day seemed breaking, for a faint gray tint stole through a stained-glass window, and fell in many colored patches upon the pavement.

A low muttering sound attracted me; I listened, it was Mike's voice.

With difficulty raising myself upon one arm, I endeavored to see more around me.

Scarcely had I assumed this position, when my eyes once more fell upon the white-clad figure of the preceding night.

At her feet knelt Mike, his hands clasped, and his head bowed upon his bosom.