The hour will soon be done.
It is so with me.

I have felt it for a long time." Lloyd looked up, startled.

He went on slowly.
"I cannot take Hero with me to the hospital, so I shall leave him behind with some one who will care for him and love him, perhaps even better than I have done." He held out his hand to the dog.
"Come, Hero, my dear old comrade, come bid thy master farewell." Fumbling under his pillow as he spoke, he took out a small leather case, and, opening it, held up a medal.

It was the medal that had been given him for bravery on the field of battle.
"It is my one treasure!" murmured the old soldier, turning it fondly, as it lay in his palm.

"I have no family to whom I can leave it as an heirloom, but thou hast twice earned the right to wear it.