He says he knows it will save his life.

He kept wringing my hand, over and over, and saying, 'It isn't just the money and all that it will do for me in the way of unloading me of that debt and getting my strength back, but it's the kindness of it, Miller, the heavenly kindness of it! Doing all this for me as if he had been my brother!'" "Thank you, Miller," said Mr.Forbes, waving him hastily aside and turning again to his letters.

He seemed impatient, but there was a glow in his heart that made the world seem pleasanter all day.
On his way home he stopped at a jeweller's, and selected a little ring.
It was only a simple twist of gold tied in a lover's knot, but inside he had them engrave the word, _"Tusitala,"_ and ordered it sent to the hotel that evening.
Late that night it was brought up to his room, where he sat writing a letter to Eugenia.

He had just finished the paragraph: "I am sending you by this mail a sort of talisman.

Maybe the daily sight of it on your finger will be a helpful reminder of that noble life that shall never be forgotten, while the Road of the Loving Heart endures.