CHAPTER XXXV.
GETTING READY FOR THE END.
How Julia spent two hours of blessed sadness at the castle; how August slept peacefully for five minutes at a time with his hand in hers, and then awoke and looked at her, and then slumbered again; how she moistened his parched lips for him, and gave him wine; how at last she had to bid him a painful farewell; how the mother gave her a benediction in German and a kiss; how Wilhelmina clung to her with tears; how Jonas called her a turtle-dove angel; how Brother Hall, the preacher who had been sent for at the mother's request, to converse with the dying man, spoke a few consoling words to her; how Gottlieb confided to Jonas his intention never to "sprach nodin 'pout Yangee kirls no more;" and how at last Uncle Andrew walked home with her, I have not time to tell.

When the Philosopher bade her adieu, he called her names which she did not understand.

But she turned back to him, and after a minute's hesitation, spoke huskily.

"Uncle Andrew if he--if he should get worse--I want--" "I know, my daughter; you want him to die your husband ?" "Yes, if he wishes it.

Send for me day or night, and I'll come in spite of everybody." "God bless you, my daughter!" said Andrew.