As she gazed upon her child, Mrs.Wentworth started back, and uttered a faint exclamation of anguish.

She saw the worst at a glance, and placing aside the medicine, she seized her child's extended hands, and bending over her, pressed her darling daughter to her heart.
"Here aunty," she said, as soon us she had released Ella, "Here is some money, run and call a physician at once." The old negro took the money and moved off.
"Tell him to come instantly," she called out after the negro.

"It is a matter of life and death, and there is no time to lose." "Too late, too late! poor people," said the old woman, as she hurried on her mission of mercy.
It was too late.

No science on earth could save Ella from death, and none on high save the Infinite Power, but He knew not of it.

His eyes were still turned away from the Soldier's Wife and her children.
Mrs.Wentworth remained silent, looking at her child as she gasped for breath.