She assured me that the journey would not hurt her, that no evil consequences would ensue; and, as I longed intensely for my father to see her, it was arranged that we should go together.

A few hours of the journey passed happily enough, and then my poor wife was taken ill.
Heaven pardon me because of my youth, my ignorance, my inexperience! I think sometimes that I might have saved her--but it is impossible to tell.

We stopped at a little town called Castledene, and I drove to the hotel.

There were races, or something of the kind, going on in the neighborhood, and the proprietors could not accommodate us.

I drove to the doctor, who was a good Samaritan; he took us into his house--my child was born, and my wife died there.