"Father! What is it ?" she repeated, then wheeled and fled along the hall crying: "Mother! Mother!" Ellen came hurrying down the stairs.
"It's father!" cried Adelaide.
Together they went into the back parlor.

He was still motionless, with that same frozen yet fiery expression.

They went to him, tried to lift him.

Ellen dropped the lifeless arm, turned to her daughter.

And Adelaide saw into her mother's inmost heart, saw the tragic lift of one of those tremendous emotions, which, by their very coming into a human soul, give it the majesty and the mystery of the divine.
"Telephone for Dr.Schulze," she commanded; then, as Adelaide sped, she said tenderly to her husband: "Where is the pain?
What can I do ?" But he did not answer.