haired man--my brother--the son of my angel mother, whose spirit,
in that dark hour of my temptation, glided into the silent room,
and stood between me and her youngest born, so that _he_ was
not harmed, and _I_ was saved from the curse of a brother's
blood.

"'Lead us not into temptation,' came back to me, just as I had
said it kneeling at my mother's side; and covering my face with my
hands, I thanked God, who had kept me from so great a sin. Bending
low, I whispered in his ear his name, and in a moment his arms
were around my neck, while he welcomed me back to the home, which,
he said, was not home without me. And then, when the moon had gone
down, and the stars shone too faintly to reveal his blushes, he
told me the story of his happiness, to which I listened, while the
great drops of sweat rolled down my face and moistened the pillow
on which my head was resting.

"But why linger over those days of anguish, which made me an old
man before my time? I knew I could not stand by and see her wedded
to another--neither could I look upon her after she was another's
wife; so, one night, when the autumn days were come, I asked her
to go with me out beneath the locust trees, which skirted my
father's yard. It was there I had seen her for the first time, and
it was there I would take my final leave. Of the particulars of
that interview I remember but little, for I was terribly excited.
We never met again, for ere the morrow's daylight dawned, I had
left my home forever--"

Then followed a few more words concerning Dora, with a request
that she should write to him, as he would thus be able to judge