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my brother and I had left together, some thirty-six hours before, reckoned by earth-time. I shuddered a little with a strange chill when I

strong, and try to make them u

very quiet-no one seemed astir. My brother softly opened a door immediately to the right of the en

ched I saw it was my dear son. He was kneeling upon one knee, with his elbow resting on the other knee, and his face buried in his hand. One arm was thrown across the casket, as though he were taking a last embrace of his "

is bowed head. Then I whispered, "Dearest, I am here beside you-living, breathing, strong and well. Will you not tu

the white face in the casket he whispered, "Poor, dear little mother!" and ag

t her as she came slowly towards us. Midway in the room we met, and, taking both her hands te

ide him, laying her upturned face against his shoulder. I saw his arm steal around her and dr

ed. As I expected, I found my precious husband in this room. He sat near the bay window, his arm resting upon the table, and his eyes bent sorrowfully upon the floor. My heart's best friend sat near him and seemed try

darling, I

aid, as though continuing a conversation, "I am sure she would

ight," I

alone at the la

suddenly under the pain. What can I say to comfort you? Oh

e in his eyes, as he said: "Work is my only

crept more closely to him and suddenly his arms closed about me. I

he dressing-case. Presently I knew by his regular breathing that he had found a short respite from his sorr

You know I am not dea

e her, then dropped her face into her hand, whisp

ling, how could

est! Do realize

, but sat absorbed

ing them at the door, they started to descend the stairs. Just then my husband paused and cast one sorrowful glance around the room, his face white with pain. Our dear daughter stepped quickly to him, and, placing both

after-meeting with friends; and his final return to the weary routine of labor. How thankful I was that I had been permitted to taste, during that wonderful day in heaven, the joys of the blessed li

er that he was alone. He would turn restlessly on his pillow, and often arise and go into the adjoining room that had formerly been mine, and gaze upon the vacant bed with tearful eyes. It took all my powers to in any degree soothe and quiet him. After a time my brother

y peacefully, and I knew his dreams were happy ones by the smile upon his dear face. I passed into the hall of the hotel where he was staying, and found it dens

when I called at night. Then in a moment he sank back with a sigh upon his pillow,

by the hand with all my strength, "r

his clothes. "I am sure I cannot tell why I am doing this," he muttered

Hurry!"

met, not only the smoke

down a second flight of stairs, filled with smoke, but as yet no flame. Another flight still below these, then into the ope

ard said to a friend. "I dreamed I heard my wife cal

ke of them that shall inherit salvation'? What lovelier service could she do than to thus save the life of one so dear to

answered, with a happy

ildren, but there was so much to make them happy that they did not need me as their father did. Sometimes in hours of great physical prostration, especially during the absence of his wife, I found that I coul