midnight
There was some rather faint cheering . Troubled eyes questioned despondent eyes ; what were they to do with winter coming on ? First it was the bank , now the mills , and what next God only could tell . Fred Lawrence reached Yerbury Monday evening ; and at midnight the faint , fluttering soul of his father passed over that mighty river . There had been no return to consciousness . Mrs. Lawrence still lay in her darkened room , unable to bear any sound beyond that of the trained nurse . To say that Fred was shocked , would feebly express his emotion .