man i ll shoot him dead then all story of a sm at once threw himself face downward on the ground crying out mother mother f running to him showed him his telling him that they would both go to see presently but thrust him away you re too little he said you can t understand she s no said s dead � put over his head but s only gone to sleep � frank says so didn t you frank frank turned aside and asked for pen and ink then sat down with on his knee who watched him with deepest interest as he wrote a message to the most famous doctor of the day for diseases of the chest but said who had looked over his shoulder the other doctor will be here soon for master can he not also for master but frank shook his head and having despatched the message returned to who was rapidly developing every symptom of of the lungs and long before nightfall was tossing in his bed the withered flowers still firmly clutched in his burning hand his little wistful for his mother piercing frank s heart he was weary of telling the child that she slept and s absence for he had mysteriously disappeared and could not be found either in the house or grounds caused him a new anxiety story of a s at and alone in the room adjoining s mr lay struck down by the hand of god at the very moment he most required his strength his breathing alone giving sign that he was numbered still in the ranks of the living the great man who arrived from london that afternoon could give small hope of him he feared and that mr might die unconscious but there was no of a change for probably another twenty four hours later in the day came another visitor to the house who took on his knee and asked to see his toys listening as if in play to his chest then after awhile laid him gently back in his little bed and thinking frank the father told the truth the child might live three days it was possible that he would not last out two there was of long standing into violent by a severe chill smiled and waved his hand to the great man when he went away but during the night began to wander and by daybreak had gone a long long step of the journey that was to take him to his mother they had found at last rigid with cold and grief beneath the sheet by s side � her chill in both his own his aching head pressed to the bosom that would never shelter or warm him any more but he did not resist when they brought him away nor did s illness seem to move him story of a sin � he crept into the darkest corner of the nursery thrusting the food they would have him eat frank realized then as he had never done before the intense power of loving that lay in that little heart and knew how of the two body s lot was the happier the tumult of confusion and horror without at the crime committed could not penetrate to the in which night and day frank he would see no one take no steps to assist justice for to him the sick fancies of a dying child were of more moment then than the bringing to death the of his lost and all day long and sleepless he looked at the of body s short young life that the child s to his gaze all the great little events of his three years all told � his childish troubles joys thoughts each secret of the little crystal mind laid bare before him i wonder how many there are of us who could bear such a scrutiny as that to which a child unconsciously itself we our impulses or disguise them but the child has no art to hide his if we had time to pause and study the drama of the child we should no longer dream of god but understand him and so long as there is an innocent little one in our midst there is not one among us who shall dare to say it has not been g ven to him to look into an angel s heart and while he tossed in his little bed story of a six grown old and haggard looking in a night passed to and fro mistress of the situation and of the house recognised even by those who shrank from her as the sole person who had been able to meet the awful of the night and day to the questions of the who had already arrived from town she replied with a and sense that contrasted with the confusion of manner exhibited by the other servants and even when asked if she had made that speech to to which the cook swore she replied in the affirmative but remarked that the man had had no more to do with the crime than herself if it had already crossed more than one mind that she herself with s assistance had committed the crime no one dared utter the accusation in her presence though when she was alone an awful look of fear came into her face and a shuddering memory of the gallows she had seen erected for took possession of her mind ah that day justice waited or moved in the wrong direction while the search for the missing diamonds was carried on from to cellar with the exception of that room in which the dead lay and the nursery as the night drew on became much worse and wandered more � talked of his little begging to take care of it while he was away and lay it in her bed each night to keep 