Truly you were not overcome of evil, you overcame evil
with good. Dear love to all at home. Your ever affectionate
brother,
FRED PARKER.
CHAPTER FOURTEENTH.
THE LAST.
"Hush, dears! hush!" said a gentle voice, pointing to a shaded window. "He is asleep now, and we must have the window open for air this sultry evening. I would not rake that bed to-night, John, I think."
"It is his garden, Emilie."