If I could be giving me body the hundred times over to save hers from this, I'd be doing it and take joy with every pain." He turned with a smile of adoring tenderness to the Angel.

She was ghastly white, and her eyes were dull and glazed.

She scarcely seemed to hear or understand what was coming, but she bravely tried to answer that smile.
"Is my forehead covered with dirt ?" he asked.
She shook her head.
"You did once," he gasped.
Instantly she laid her lips on his forehead, then on each cheek, and then in a long kiss on his lips.
McLean bent over him.
"Freckles," he said brokenly, "you will never know how I love you.

You won't go without saying good-bye to me ?" That word stung the Angel to quick comprehension.

She started as if arousing from sleep.
"Good-bye ?" she cried sharply, her eyes widening and the color rushing into her white face.