By-and-by she opened her eyes, and, drawing him close to her, whispered slowly,--'My dear--dear--husband--you have been--very--good to me.

You--have--made me--very--happy.' She spoke no more for many hours.

They watched her breathing becoming more and more difficult, until evening deepened into night, and until midnight was past.

About half-past twelve she seemed to be trying to speak, and they leaned to catch her words.

'Music--music--didn't you hear it ?' Amos knelt by the bed and held her hand in his.