I shall think of you very often, and hope to find you much better when I return.
'HAROLD.' 'Will you give this to her ?' he said to the girl, who answered that she would, and who, of course, read every word before she took it to her young mistress, late in the afternoon, while the family were at dinner, and she was left in charge of the invalid.
'Mr.Hastings sent you this,' she said, handing the card to Maude, into whose face the bright color rushed, but left it instantly as she read the few hurried lines.
'Going away! Gone! and I didn't see him!' she exclaimed, regardless of consequences.

'And mother did it.

I know she did.

I _will_ talk till I spit blood; then see what she'll say!' she continued, as the frightened girl tried to stop her, and as she could not, ran for Mrs.Tracy, who came in much alarm, asking what was the matter.
'You sent Harold away.

You didn't let him see me, and he is--' Maude gasped, but could get no farther, for the paroxysm of coughing which came on, together with a hemorrhage which made her so weak that they thought her dying all night, she lay so white, and still, and insensible, save at times when her lips moved, and her mother, bending over her, heard her whisper: 'Send for Harold.' But it was too late now; the train had come and gone, and taken Harold with it, away from the girl _he_ loved and from, the girls who loved him so devotedly, and both of whom, for a few days after his departure, went down very near to the gates of death, and whose first enquiry, when they at last came back to life and consciousness, was for Harold and why he stayed away..