He will soon, be here, and then it will be all right; he will be so thankful that he has not lost you, that he will never allow you to be separated from him again." "No, oh, no! he said he did not love a rebellious child," she sobbed; "he said he would never kiss me again until I submit; and you know I cannot do that; and oh, Aunt Adelaide, _he never breaks his word_!" "Oh, Horace! Horace! will you _never_ come?
will you let her die?
so young, so sweet, so fair!" wept Adelaide, wringing her hands.
But Elsie was speaking again, and she controlled herself to listen.
"Aunt Adelaide," she murmured, in low, feeble tones, "I am too weak to hold a pen; will you write something for me ?" "I will, darling; I will do anything I can for you," she replied.
Then turning to the maid, who had just entered the room: "Fanny," she said, "bring Miss Elsie's writing-desk here, and set it close to the bedside.

Now you may take that waiter down-stairs, and you need not come in again until I ring for you." Elsie had started and turned her head on the opening of the door, as she invariably did, looking longingly, eagerly toward it--then turned away again with a sigh of disappointment.
"Poor papa! poor, dear papa!" she murmured to herself; "he will be so lonely without his little daughter.

My heart aches for you, my own papa." "I am quite ready now, Elsie, dear.

What do you wish me to write ?" asked her aunt.
"Aunt Adelaide," said the little girl, looking earnestly at her, "do you know how much mamma was worth?
how much money I would have if I lived to grow up ?" "No, dear," she replied, much surprised at the question, for even in health Elsie had never seemed to care for riches; "I cannot say exactly, but I know it is a great many thousands." "And it will all be papa's when I am gone, I suppose.

I am glad of that.
But I would like to give some of it away, if I might.