Like Elijah under the juniper tree, I said, 'It is enough, O Lord! Take my soul also, for I am no better than my fellows!' All the sky was black before my eyes, and my ears were filled with the wailings of the little ones and the lamentations of women.

'O Lord, it is enough,' I prayed.

'Take my soul, or, if it be Thy will, then, as the angel was sent to take the cakes to Elijah, give me also a sign that I shall live.'" For a moment he paused, struggling with overpowering emotion.

Even his impatient listener, hitherto incredulous, caught the infection, and in a tone of awe murmured-- "Yes?
And then, M.la Tribe!" "The sign was given me.

The words were scarcely out of my mouth when a hen flew up, and, scratching a nest in the hay at my feet, presently laid an egg." Tignonville stared.