"But if you did, you never showed it in the least, and I bless you for
it. Take good care of my children; teach them to remember their mother,
and if in time there comes another in my place, and other little ones
than mine call you father, don’t forget me quite, because I love you so
much. Oh, Guy, my darling, it is hard to say good-bye, and know that
after a little this world will go on the same as if I had never been.
Don’t think I am afraid. I am not, for Jesus is with me, and I know I am
safe; but still there’s a clinging to life, which has been so pleasant
to me. Tell your sister how I loved her. I know she will miss me, and be
good to my children, and if you ever meet _that other one_, tell
her,—tell her,—I——"
The faint voice faltered here, and when it spoke again, it said:
"Lift me up, Guy, so I can breathe better while I tell you."
He lifted her up and held her in his arms, while through the open window
the summer air and the silver moonlight streamed, and in the distance
was heard the sound of music as the dance went merrily on. And just
then, when she was in the minds of both, Daisy came, and her gentle
knock broke the silence of the room and startled both Guy and Julia.
Who was it that sought entrance to that death-laden, disease-poisoned
room? Not the doctor, sure, for he always entered unannounced, and who
else dared to come there? Thus Guy questioned, hesitating to answer the
knock, when to his utter surprise the door opened and a little figure,
clad in airy robes of white, with its bright hair wreathed with flowers
and gems, came floating in, the blue eyes shining like stars, and the
full red lips parted with the smile, half pleased, half shy, which Guy
remembered so well.
"Daisy, Daisy!" he cried, and his voice rang like a bell through the
room, as, laying Julia’s head back upon the pillow, he sprang to Daisy’s
side, and taking her by the shoulder, pushed her gently toward the door,
saying:
"Why have you come here? Leave us at once; don’t you see? don’t you
know?" and he pointed toward Julia, whose face showed so plainly in the
gaslight.
"Yes, I know, and I came to help you take care of her. I am not afraid,"
Daisy said, and freeing herself from his grasp, she walked straight up
to Julia and laid her soft white hand upon her head. "I am Daisy," she
said, "and I’ve come to take care of you. I just heard you were here.
How hot your poor head is; let me bathe it; shall I?"
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