I thought that others might have sorrow too." "We all have our burden, and often it is very hard to bear," rejoined Elizabeth.

She understood very well what Fru Beck's words had meant, and looked at her compassionately; but she avoided answering directly to what she thought had been blurted out unintentionally, and said-- "You have a son.

That should be a great happiness, Fru Beck, and much to live for." "To live for!" she exclaimed--"to live for! I will confide to you something that no one but you now knows.

I am dying--dying every day.

No one knows as well as I do myself how much is left of me.