But, Rose, I am sure you may sleep in peace tonight, and I hope to have good news for you in the morning." "Bless you for that! Come early, and let me see him soon.

I will be very good, and I know it will not do him any harm." "No fear of that.

The first thing he said when he could speak was 'Tell Rose carefully,' and as I came away he guessed where I was going and tried to kiss his hand in the old way, you know." Mac thought it would cheer her to hear that Charlie remembered her, but the sudden thought that she might never see the familiar little gesture anymore was the last drop that made her full heart overflow, and Mac saw the "hero" of the morning sink down at his feet in a passion of tears that frightened him.

He took her to the sofa and tried to comfort her, but as soon as the bitter sobbing quieted she looked up and said quite steadily, great drops rolling down her cheeks the while: "Let me cry it is what I need, and I shall be all the better for it by and by.

Go to Charlie now and tell him I said with all my heart, 'Good night!'?
"I will!" And Mac trudged away, marveling in his turn at the curiously blended strength and weakness of womankind.
That was the longest night Rose ever spent, but joy came in the morning with the early message: "He is better.