I heard you say that you loved me--loved me better than anything else in this world.

I'm glad I know it, for that will be all the consolation I will have on my bed of death--an' there it is, father," she said, pointing to that which she always occupied; "help me over to it now, for I feel that I will never rise from it more." Her father spoke not, but assisted her to the bed from which the old nurse, who had fallen asleep in it, now rose.

He then went into the open air for a few minutes, but soon returned, and going over to the bedside where she lay, he looked upon her long and earnestly.
"Father," said she, "I only did my duty this night.

I knew, indeed, I would never recover it--but then she risked her life for me, an' why shouldn't I do as much for her ?" The Prophet still looked upon her, but spoke not a word; his lips were closely compressed, his hands tightly clasped, and his piercing eyes almost immovable.

Minute after minute thus passed, until nearly half an hour had elapsed, and Sarah dreadfully exhausted by what she had undergone, found her eyes beginning to close in an unsettled and feverish slumber.