I will make you a rich man for life if you will only help me now." "I will help you," said Dr.Letsom.
For a moment his thoughts flew to the green grave under the stars.
Riches would come too late, after all; they could not bring back life to the dead.
"Wait one moment," said the doctor; and he hastened to rouse his housekeeper, who, curious and interested, exerted herself so as to satisfy even the stranger.
Then the strange lady, all white and trembling, was helped down from the parlor into the doctor's shabby little parlor.
"Am I going to die ?" she asked, raising her large blue eyes to the doctor's face.
"Certainly not," he replied, promptly; "you must not think of dying." "But I am very ill; and last night I dreamed that I was dead." "Have you any brandy in the house ?" asked the traveler.

"See how my wife trembles." Alas for the poor doctor! There was neither brandy nor wine.

With an impatient murmur, the stranger called the postilion and sent him to the Castle arms with such an order as made Mrs.Galbraith open her eyes in wonder.

Than, without seeming to notice the doctor or his servant, he flung himself on his knees by the lady's side, and kissed the beautiful white face and colorless lips.
"My darling," he cried, "this is my fault.

I ought not to have asked you to undertake such a journey.