Hurrying in, he knelt by her side and folded his arms about her.

"Mother," he said, hoarsely, "oh, is it, can it be so?
Are we to lose you ?" "No, my son; blessed be God, I shall not be lost, but only gone before; so don't be troubled and sorrowful when you see me suffer; remember that He loves me far better than you can, and will never give me one unneeded pang.
"Well may I bear joyfully all He sends; for your light affliction, which is but for a moment, worketh for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory; and He has said, 'When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee: and through the floods, they shall not overflow thee: when thou walkest through the fire thou shalt not be burned, neither shall the flames kindle upon thee.'" "And He is faithful to His promises.

But we will not let you die yet, my mother, if anything in the wide world can save you.

There are more skilful physicians than Dr.Barton; we will consult them----" "My son, the disease is one the whole profession agree in pronouncing incurable, and to travel would be torture.

No, be content to let me die at home, with you and this beloved daughter to smooth my dying pillow, our wee precious pet to wile away the pain with her pretty baby ways, and my own pastor to comfort me with God's truth and sweet thoughts of heaven." Elsie looked the question her trembling lips refused to utter.
"I shall not probably leave you soon," said the old lady.