He, too, poor fellow, had had gifts in the use of the pen, and what had he done, what had he come to?
Had he not forsaken wife and children by first forsaking the path of holiness?
So she pricks the boy's bubble, and points him to the one thing needful--God in the soul.
But in her closing words she betrays what we all along suspected, her own secret pleasure in her son's success, when she asks, "Will you be so kind as to bring on your pieces that you have written for me to see ?" Ah! was she not every inch a mother, and how Lloyd did love her.

But she was no longer what she had been.

And no wonder, for few women have been called to endure such heavy burdens, fight so hopelessly the battle for bread, all the while her heart was breaking with grief.

Disease had made terrible inroads upon her once strong and beautiful person.

Not the shadow of the strength and beauty of her young womanhood remained.