elong the issues fro

moved upstairs, and the apartment was left at Miss Sampson's disposal. Mrs. Gartney's bed had been made up in t

y, the next night at bedtime, as Miss Sampson entered from her fathe

ll get well, won't he? W

something. He ain't one of the sort that comes into a sick room as if the Almighty had made him a kind of special delegi

wish I knew. What do you-?" But Faith paused, for she was afra

art. Folks that think too much of what's a-com

of what might be coming? Had she not missed, perhaps, some of her own work, when that work was easier t

t's your work, and after all, maybe it's the hardest kind. And I can't take it off folks' shoulders,"

ng lips, "only if there should be anything that I coul

erily. "I shan't be squeamish about asking

oom. It was ajar. She pushed it gently open, and paused.

r voice, though he di

f his half gleams of consciousness, "I'

and on her father's fevered one, and looked down on his face, worn, and suffering, and flushed-and thought within her

dipped it afresh in the bowl of ice water beside the bed, and put it gent

ections for the few hours to come, and the resolute way in which Miss Sampson declared that "whoever else had a mind to watch, she should sit up till morning this ti

y, or waited, motionless, upon the other. Down by the fireside, on a low stool, with her head on the cushio

amy, feverish maze; and she never will forget the precise color and pattern of the calico wrapper that Nurse Sampson wore; but she can recollect nothing else of it all, except that, after

, or minutes, she kno

a whisper from Nurse Sampson-a

passed. Henders