To our reunion I must ever look as my only comfort, and I pray God that it may be speedy." He bent his head till his lips rested on the white brow, now damp in death.

Wearily she turned her face toward his; he clasped the wasted form tightly to his heart, and kissed the pale lips; her fingers clasped his hand gently, and she whispered, "Good-by!" "Good-by, my darling Mary!--my own angel one, good-by!" Again he pressed his lips to hers, and then rested her head more easily upon his arm.

The eyes closed, and those who stood watching her low, irregular breathing, fancied she slept again.
One arm was around her, while the other supported the drooping head.
Her beautiful brown hair fell over his arm, and left exposed the colorless face.

She was wasted, yet beautiful in its perfect peace and joy was the expression which rested on her features.

Dr.Bryant, leaning his noble brow on hers, felt her spirit pass away in the last sigh which escaped her lips.