In the course of two or three days she was again attacked; and now, when there was no longer hope of life, her thoughts turned with earnest longings toward her absent father and sister, and once, as the physician was preparing to leave her, she said, "Doctor, tell me truly, can I live twenty-four hours ?" "I think you may," was the answer.
"Then I shall see them, for if you telegraph to-night they can come in the morning train.

Go yourself and have it done, will you ?" The physician promised that he would, and then left the room.

In the hall he met Mrs.Hamilton, who with the utmost anxiety depicted upon her countenance, said, "Dear Carrie is leaving us, isn't she?
I have telegraphed for her father, who will be here in the morning.

'Twas right to do so, was it not ?" "Quite right," answered the physician.

"I promised to see to it myself, and was just going to do so." "Poor child," returned Mrs.Hamilton, "she feels anxious, I suppose.
But I have saved you the trouble." The reader will not, perhaps, be greatly surprised to learn that what Mrs.Hamilton had said was false.