He'll have to scratch for himself, though, I can tell him.' Here her ladylike, but very characteristic, soliloquy was brought to an end by a faint call, which had the power to drive every other thought from her heart, for the mother-love was strong even with her, and going to Maude, she asked what she wanted.
'Uncle Arthur,' Maude replied; 'I have not seen him yet.

And Jerrie, too, she has scarcely been here to-day.' Maude's request was made known to Arthur, who, two or three hours later, went to her room, and kissing her lips, told her how sorry he was to see her so sick, and that he hoped she would soon be better.
Frank had been alone with Maude for a long time that day, and he was with her now, sitting upon the side of her bed, near the head, with his arm across her pillow, and his eyes fixed anxiously upon her as she held her conference with his brother.
'No, uncle,' she said; 'I shall never be any better in this world; but by-and-by, pretty soon, I shall be well in the other And I want to tell you how glad I am for you and Jerrie, and to thank you for your kindness to us all these years, when Jerrie should have been here in our place.' 'Yes, yes,' Arthur said, with a wave of his hand.

'Only I didn't know.
If I had--' 'It would have been so different,' Maude interrupted him.

'I know that, but I want you to be kind to poor father still, and forgive him, he is sorry, and--' 'Oh, Maude, Maude,' came like a groan from Frank, as he laid his hand on Maude's lips, while Arthur replied: 'Forgive him! For what?
He couldn't help being here.

I sent for him.