When the pastor had finished, the sick man sat up, and said, "I know a better story than that.

I had a dog once, a big, brown, lop-sided--" The effort had proved too much for his strength.

He fell back upon the pillows, and the doctor, stepping forward, saw that it was a question only of minutes.
The good old pastor rose, and took the poor fellow's hand in his, and pressed it.

"We shall meet again," he gently said.
The sick man turned towards him with a consoled and grateful look.
"I'm glad to hear you say that," he feebly murmured.

"Remind me about that dog." Then he passed peacefully away, with a sweet smile upon his pale lips.
Brown, who had had his dog story and was satisfied, wanted us to settle our heroine; but the rest of us did not feel equal to settling anybody just then.