“At last the evil hour came!  The luck which had so long favored him became inconstant; he lost a considerable portion of his gains, and saw his fortune diminishing with every venture.  Still, courage did not fail him; but, on the contrary, he seemed to fight madly against fate, with the idle hope of forcing fortune to turn once more in his favor.  But, alas, it was a fatal delusion!

“One night—­I tremble as I recall it—­I was in my chamber and nearly ready to retire; you were already in bed, and your mother was saying her prayers on her knees beside your little couch.  A tremendous storm raged without:  hail beat in torrents against the windows, and the wind howled in the chimneys and swayed the trees as if it was about to blow down the house.  The violence of the tempest began to make me somewhat anxious, when suddenly the door-bell was pulled and the sound of horses heard at the gate.  In a moment the summons was answered by one of our servants,—­for we kept two then,—­and a female rushed into the room, throwing herself in tears at my feet.  It was my brother’s wife!

“Trembling with fright, I of course hastened to raise her; but she clung to my knees, begging my assistance, imploring me, by every passionate appeal she could think of, to save her husband’s life, and convincing me by her sobs and distraction that some frightful calamity was impending over my brother!

“Your mother joined me eagerly in my efforts to calm the sufferer, and by degrees we managed to extract the cause of her singular conduct and unseasonable visit.  My brother—­alas!—­had lost all he possessed, and even more!  His wife’s story was heart-rending; but its conclusion filled us with more anxiety for her husband than his losses; for, overcome by the certainty of a dishonored name, haunted by the reflection that law and justice would soon overtake him, my poor brother had made an attempt upon his life!  The hand of God had providentially guided his wife to the apartment, where she surprised him at the fatal moment and snatched the deadly instrument from his grasp!  He was then locked up in a room; dumb, overcome, bowed down to the earth, and guarded by two faithful friends.  If any one on earth could save him, it was surely his brother!

“Such was the wild appeal of my wretched sister-in-law, who, heedless of the stormy night, had thrown herself into a coach and fled to me, through the tempest, as her only hope for their salvation.  There she was at my feet, bathed in tears, sobbing, screaming, beseeching me to accompany her to town. Could I—­did I—­hesitate?  Your tender mother, who saw at once the frightful condition of the family, and sympathized as woman’s heart alone can do with human misery, eagerly implored me not to lose a moment.  ‘Save him, save him!’ exclaimed she; ’spare nothing:  I will consent to every thing you may think proper to do or sacrifice!’

“We flew back to town through the storm and darkness.  You grow pale, Lenora, at the very thought of it, for it was indeed frightful, and you can never know the impression it made on me:  these whitened hairs—­whitened before their time—­are the records of that terrible night!  But let me continue.