It was at her suggestion John saw David the next day, and offered to send Isabel to the mild climate of Devonshire.

"She'll die if she stays in Glasgo' through the winter," he urged, and David consented.

Then, as David could not leave his business, John himself took the poor woman to Torbay, and no one but she and God ever knew how tenderly he cared for her, and how solemnly he tried to prepare her for the great change he saw approaching.

She had not thought of death before, but when they parted he knew she had understood him, for weeping bitterly, she said, "You will take care of the children, Uncle John?
I fear I shall see them no more." "I will, Isabel.

While I live I will." "And, O uncle, poor David! I have not been a good wife to him.
Whatever happens, think of that and judge him mercifully.