A mortal paleness overspread his countenance, on which had already gathered the shadows that never deceive.

In speechless agony Marie held his hand until it released its pressure in death, and then she stood alone beside her dead, with all the bright sunshine of her life fading into the shadows of the grave.
Heart-broken and full of fearful forebodings, Marie left her cherished dead in the quiet village of H---- and returned to her death-darkened home.
It was a lovely day in June, birds were singing their sweetest songs, flowers were breathing their fragrance on the air, when Mam Liza, sitting at her cabin-door, talking with some of the house servants, saw a carriage approaching, and wondered who was coming.
"I wonder," she said, excitedly, "whose comin' to de house when de folks is done gone." But her surprise was soon changed to painful amazement, when she saw Marie, robed in black, alighting from the carriage, and holding Gracie by the hand.

She caught sight of the drooping head and grief-stricken face, and rushed to her, exclaiming:-- "Whar's Marse Eugene ?" "Dead," said Marie, falling into Mammy Liza's arms, sobbing out, "dead! _ died_ of yellow fever." A wild burst of sorrow came from the lips of the servants, who had drawn near.
"Where is he ?" said Mam Liza, speaking like one suddenly bewildered.
"He is buried in H----.

I could not bring him home," said Marie.
"My pore baby," said Mam Liza, with broken sobs.

"I'se drefful sorry.