"The sun will rise--but I shall not be here to see the sun or you, Mary!" and rallying his fast ebbing strength he turned towards her.

"Keep your arms about me!--pray for me!--God will hear you--God must hear His own! Don't cry, dear! Kiss me!" She kissed him, clasping his poor frail form to her heart as though he were a child, and tenderly smoothing back his venerable snow-white hair.

A slumbrous look of perfect peace softened the piteousness of his dying eyes.
"The only treasure!" he murmured, faintly.

"The treasure of Heaven--Love! God bless you for giving it to me, Mary!--good-bye, my dear!" "Not good-bye, David!" she cried.

"No--not good-bye!" "Yes--good-bye!" he said,--and then, as another strong shudder convulsed him, he made a last feeble effort to lay his head against her bosom.
"Don't let me go, Mary! Hold me!--closer!--closer! Your heart is warm, ah, so warm, Mary!--and death is cold--cold----!" Another moment--and the moonlight, streaming through the open window, fell on the quiet face of a dead man.