God help me, I am a lost man, betrayed by my child!" Ellinor let go his knees, and covered her face.

Every one stabbed at that poor heart.

In a minute or so her father spoke again.
"I don't mean what I say.

I often don't mean it now.

Ellinor, you must forgive me, my child!" He stooped, and lifted her up, and sat down, taking her on his knee, and smoothing her hair off her hot forehead.
"Remember, child, how very miserable I am, and have forgiveness for me.
He had none, and yet he must have seen I had been drinking." "Drinking, papa!" said Ellinor, raising her head, and looking at him with sorrowful surprise.
"Yes.