He read another passage: "'It was the last half-hour of day when I was admitted, with several others, to look upon my friend's dead face.

A handkerchief had been laid over it.

I raised the handkerchief.

I know not what the others were thinking, but the last time we met he had told me something, it was not much--only that no woman had ever kissed him.

It seemed to me that, as I gazed, the wistfulness came back to his face.