One night Jim Travers talked a great deal in his sleep.

His tossing awoke Tom Gordon several times and caused him some anxiety, which was increased when he touched his friend's cheek and found him suffering with a burning fever.

Toward morning Jim's restlessness partly subsided, and he fell into a fitful slumber.

Tom dropped off, and did not awake until he heard his friend astir.
"What's the matter ?" asked the elder, sitting up in bed and looking in a scared way at Jim, who having partly dressed himself, was sitting on the side of the couch.
"I don't know; I feel awful queer; my head is light; I saw father and sister Maggie last night: did you see anything of them ?" "No; you were dreaming." "They were here; father came in the room and looked at me, but did not speak and went away, but Maggie took hold of my hand and asked me to go with her.

Wasn't it strange, Tom, that she should come back after all these years?
I saw her as plain as I do you." Tom was frightened.