What was the use of losing or being sorry to part with any one, since all the world was false, and hollow, and deceitful?
She had lost something--heart--hope--conscience--she hardly knew what; but something within her that had beat high, and hopeful, and trusting, was cold and still as stone.
The little party on the platform went back through the yellow haze of the hot afternoon, to the quiet old house.

Ah! how indescribably quiet and lonely now! Some one might have lain dead in those echoing rooms, so deadly was the stillness.
There was one consolation for Grace and Eeny in their solitude.

Doctor Frank was going to remain in the village.

It was chiefly at the solicitation of Father Francis that he had consented.
"Dr.Pillule is superannuated," said the young priest, "and old-fashioned, and obstinately prejudiced against all modern innovations, at the best.

We want a new man among us--particularly now that this fever is spreading." A low fever had been working its way, insidiously, among the people since early spring, and increasing since the warm weather had come.
Perhaps the miasma, arising from the marshes, had been the cause; but several had died, and many lay ill those sunny June days.
"Your mission lies here," Father Francis said, emphatically.