"Susan Wakefield;--a brother John in Buenos Aires, Argentine;--the letter!" It was all so familiar that the allusion was startling in its force.

But that ominous cloud,--that sense of some great trouble near that filled him with such unaccountable dread--what could it mean?
An exclamation from Auntie Sue drew his attention.

She looked at him with tear-filled eyes, and her sweet voice broke as she said: "Brian! Brian! John is dead! This--this letter is from the doctor who attended him." Tenderly, as he would have helped his own mother, Brian assisted Auntie Sue to her room.

For a little while he sat with her, trying to comfort her with such poor words as he could find.
Briefly, she told him of the brother who had lived in Argentine for many years.

He had married a South-American woman whom Auntie Sue had never seen, and while not wealthy had been moderately prosperous.