But with all my soul I believe there is a better, and all that is best in love and life we shall take with us.

Good-night," he added, "and thank you, at least for the will and the attempt to save my life." "Sleep well," she said.
"I hope so," he replied, "but I doubt it." His doubts, it turned out, were justified, for soon after midnight Mr.
Howland was aroused by Harry Hobbs in a terror of excitement.
"Will you come to Mr.Dunbar, sir ?" he cried.

"I think he is dying." "Dying ?" Mr.Howland was out of his cot immediately and at Barry's side.
He found him fighting for breath, his eyes starting from his head, a look of infinite distress on his face.
"My dear boy, what is it?
Hobbs says you are dying." "That con-con-founded--fool--shouldn't have--called you.

I forbade--him," gasped Barry.
"But, my dear boy, what is the matter?
Are you in pain ?" "No, no,--it's--nothing--only an old--friend come back--for a call,--a brief one--let us--hope.

It's only asthma.