"Try to calm yourself, Louise," he said kindly. "We do not know certainly
yet, though there is reason to fear it may be so."
"Horrible!" she cried, wringing her hands. "I can't die! I've never made
any preparations for death. Oh save me, Horace, if you can! No, no save my
girls, my poor dear girls, and never mind me."
"Louise, my poor sister," he said, deeply moved, "we will not despair yet
of all being saved; but try to prepare for the worst, turn _now_ to him
who has said, Look unto me and be ye saved all ye ends of the earth."
Virginia had thrown herself upon a sofa, in strong hysterics, and Isadore
stood over her with smelling salts and fan.
Mrs. Conly hurried back to them with tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh what is to be done?" she sighed, taking the fan from Isa's hand. "If
Cal and Art were but here to look after us! Your uncle has his hands full
with his daughter and her children."
"Mamma let us ask God for help; he and he only can give it," whispered
Isadore.
"Yes, yes, ask him! you know how and he will hear you. Virgy, my child,
try to calm yourself."
Isa knelt by her sister's side; there were many on their knees crying for
succor in this hour of terrible danger.
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