A new terror seized upon the mother.

'My baby is not--what you call it?' going through the form ofbaptism. 'An' he will not come to la sainte Vierge,' she exclaimed,crossing herself.

'Do not fear for your little one,' said Mrs. Mavor, still with herarms about her. 'The good Saviour will take your darling into Hisown arms.'

But the mother would not be comforted by this. And Slavin too, wasuneasy.

'Where is Father Goulet?' he asked.

'Ah! you were not good to the holy pere de las tam, Michael,' shereplied sorrowfully. 'The saints are not please for you.'

'Where is the priest?' he demanded.