could feel the big veins throbbing too fast, too crowded. But a
woman smiles while her heart breaks.

He propped himself a little higher on the pillows and turned on his
side, clutching at his lung.

"Don't be frightened," he said, searching her face, "I've got
something to tell you. Promise."

"I promise."

"I am going to have pneumonia, or I have it now. You are not
frightened?"

Her eyes answered for her.

"I had a cold. I had taken something to throw me into a sweat--that
was the night after I saw you."

At the thought of their last interview, he took her hand again and
pressed it to his lips, looking tenderly at it.

"The dogs were killing the sheep, and I got up and went out while I
was in a perspiration. I know it's pneumonia. I have had a long,
hard chill. My head feels like it would burst, and there are other
symptoms. This lung! It's pneumonia. One of the Bible college
students had it. I helped to nurse him. Oh, he got well," he said,
shaking his head at her with a smile, "and so will I!"

"I know it," she murmured, "I'm sure of it."