Oh, Horace, will you not come and save her ?" Thus Adelaide closed her note; then sealing and despatching it, she returned to the bedside of her little niece.
Elsie lay quietly with her eyes closed, but there was an expression of pain upon her features.

Mrs.Travilla sat beside her, holding one little hand in hers, and gazing with tearful eyes upon the little wan face she had learned to love so well.
Presently those beautiful eyes unclosed, and turned upon her with an expression of anguish that touched her to the very heart.
"What is it, darling--are you in pain ?" she asked, leaning over her, and speaking in tones of the tenderest solicitude.
"Oh! Mrs.Travilla," moaned the little girl, "my sins--my sins--they are so many--so black.

'Without holiness no man shall see the Lord.' God says it; and I--I am _not_ holy--I am _vile_--oh, _so_ vile, so sinful! Shall I ever see his face?
how can I dare to venture into his presence!" She spoke slowly, gaspingly--her voice sometimes sinking almost to a whisper; so that, but for the death-like stillness of the room, her words would scarcely have been audible.
Mrs.Travilla's tears were falling very fast, and it was a moment ere she could command her voice to reply.
"My precious, _precious_ child," she said, "_He_ is able to save to the _uttermost_.

'The blood of Jesus Christ cleanseth from _all_ sin.' He will wash you in that precious fountain opened for sin, and for all uncleanness.

He will clothe you with the robe of his own righteousness, and present you faultless before the throne of God, without spot or wrinkle, or any such thing.