"And do you not know me--your own mother!" "Mother; oh, mother, can it be you ?" cried Evelyn, catching the stranger in her arms and holding her fast with sobs and tears and kisses.

"I had not heard from you for so long, and have been feeling as if I should never see you again.

And oh, how thin and weak you look! You are sick, mother!" she added in tones of grief and anxiety, as she drew her into the hall, where by this time the rest of the family--Grandma Elsie, and Mr.and Mrs.Leland and their children--were gathered.
"Sister Laura! is it possible! Welcome to Fairview," was Mrs.Leland's greeting, accompanied by a warm embrace.
"Laura! we did not even know you were in America!" Mr.Leland said, grasping her hand in brotherly fashion.

"And how weary and ill you are looking! Let me help you off with your bonnet and cloak and to a couch here in the parlour." "Thank you; yes, I'll be very glad to lie down, for I'm worn out with my journey and this troublesome cough," she said, struggling with a renewed paroxysm and gasping for breath.

"But my luggage and----" "We'll attend to all that," he said, half carrying her to the couch where his wife and her mother were arranging the pillows for her comfort, and laying her gently down upon it.
"Oh, mother; my poor dear mother!" sighed Evelyn, as she leaned over her, smoothing her hair with caressing hand, "it breaks my heart to see you looking so weary and ill.