I never saw him all the while give so much as one pleasant look, till he perceived that he had wounded Apollyon with his two-edged sword; then indeed he did smile and look upward! but it was the dreadfullest sight that ever I saw." I glanced up at my mother, half resolved.

She was leaning forward a little and gazing into the fire, that lit up her pale face and wonderful eyes with a sympathetic softness.

I can remember now how sweet she looked and how weary--that tender figure outlined in warm glow against the stern, dark room.

And all the time her heart was slowly breaking with yearning for him that came not.

I did not know it then; but when does childhood know or understand the suffering of later life?
I looked down upon the page once more, turned back a leaf or two, and read: "Then did Christian begin to be afraid, and to cast in his mind whether to go back or stand his ground.