When, WHEN
can I forget such a thing as this! Oh, live, please live; we will
take such good care of you."
"There, there, little one, don't--take on--so about--me. Ain't wuth
it. I be--Say, I feel better--easier. Glad--you spoke--good word to
God--for me. I be--I mean, I think--He'll hear--sech as you. I'm--
off now. Don't--wear--yourself--"
Even in her inexperience she saw that he was dying, and when his
gasping utterance ceased she had so supported his head that it fell
back on her bosom. For a few moments she just cried helplessly,
blinded with tears. Then she felt the burden of his head removed and
herself lifted gently.
"I suspected something like this when you left the table, Miss
Baron," said Dr. Borden.
"Oh, oh, oh, I feel as if he had died for me," she sobbed.
"He would a died for you, miss," said Tom, drawing his sleeve across
his eyes, "so would we all."
"Miss Baron," resumed the doctor gravely, "remember poor Yarry's
last words, 'Don't wear yourself--he couldn't finish the sentence,
but you know what he meant.
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