32 BE TRUE.

somehow, to-night he was in a dif-
ferent humor: Laura’s truthfulness
interfered with some opinions that
he was striving to cherish. He felt
dissatisfied ; but whether it were with
his daughter or himself; he could hard
ly tell. The entrance of a neighbor
changed the conversation; but to
Laura the evening passed sadly
away, and long after she had lain
her head upon her pillow, she pon-
dered over and over again the words
which her father had spoken, and,
above all, his cold and altered man-
ner. She sobbed herself to sleep, and
dreamed of her mother; dreamed that
she came to her in the dim twilight,
and folded her in her shadowy arms.
Then her heart ceased to beat; a
balm like the breath of heaven came
over her spirit, and she was at rest.