She was dying--she had often wondered how she should feel when dying--humble and trustful, she had hoped, for she was religious after a fashion, and had dreamed herself into an affection for a kind fatherly God.

But now all that had gone.

She was bitter, like one defrauded She had been promised something, and had struggled on in the assurance of it.

And the result was nothing--nothing.

Tragic tears filled her eyes.