I am growing weaker, but there is one more thing I wish to say." He paused, and for the first time Florence spoke.
"My father, tell me every wish; fear nothing for me, there is nothing I cannot bear now." "For my sake, Florence, if not for your own, will you promise to be guided by Father Mazzolin ?" "Do you mean in matters of religion, my father ?" "I mean in all things: matters of interest, as well as matters of faith.

He will assist you much, if you will but follow his advice and directions." There was a pause, and then Florence said slowly, as if weighing every word--"Rest assured your wishes shall be my law.

I will consult the Padre as you desire." With a look of relief the dying man sank back on his pillow, and closed his eyes.

Florence quickly summoned the physician, and her aunt and cousin.

A little while after, as Mr.Hamilton's eye fell on the weeping Mary, he extended his hand, and when she bent over him, drew her face down, and imprinted a long kiss on her pale cheek.