"My cigar's out.

Thank you." "Got a doctor for him, but he grew worse.

Sometimes he was delirious, but at times his mind was strangely clear; and once, when he was rational, he told his friend that he was going to die.

He didn't appear to care very much so far as it concerned himself, but the thought of the grief that his death would cause his parents seemed to lie as a cold weight upon his mind.

And it was then that he made a most peculiar request.