"Pardon me for interrupting you, but I dare not ask for mercy. Justice demands a victim, and I must die."
"But mercy pleads."
"Yes, but she will never plead for me."
"Do try to pray."
"No, I am not disposed to offer a fresh insult to God. He has rejected me. I know my doom. It is irrevocably fixed. I deserve all I suffer, and all I have to suffer."
Mr. Jordan now left him, but called again the next evening, when he found him rather better and more composed, and was gratified to hear that he had written a letter to his mother, informing her of his indisposition, and that she might expect to see him in the space of a few days, as he had been recommended to try the effect of a change of air.
THE WIDOW'S SON RECLAIMED.
