than they can attend to.

"O Agnes, what I would give just to see you before I die, just to hear
your voice! But this is a judgment upon me for the way I have treated
you. Perhaps you are dead too. If so, then I shall meet you very soon
in the other world. If you are not dead, and you get this letter,
then, for the sake of the olden times, don't hold any malice toward
me, but forgive me in my grave. I have given my watch and some money
to the nurse here, to get him to give you this letter. I would like
you, to buy it from him and send it, if possible, to mother, for it
belonged to my father. Good by, Agnes, good-by. Meet me in
heaven.
George."

The tears were running down the pale face of Miss Arnold, and the
dead-wagon man was in a perfect fever of excitement, but he did not
speak till she raised her eyes from the letter, when he spluttered
out:

"Lor' bless you, Missus Agonyness, I hope there ain't no Yaller Jeck
in that there letter. But you looks orful sick."

"I want to go to where you got this letter at once."

"All right, Missus Agonyness, I'll drive slower nor usual, and go back
on my route, an' you ken foller the wagon. I'd let yer ride, but there
aint room."

Next door there was a Sister of Mercy nursing, and Agnes asked her to
look in at her patient till she could return herself, and then she set