"We'll cover him up warm on the sofa," she said, kindly. "He'd better not undress." David looked quickly across to the bed. "Is there any change?" he asked, anxiously. She nodded, and then motioned him aside. "Would it be too much to ask you to stay a couple of hours longer, until Dr. Mills comes? Lee clings to you so, and the end may be much nearer than we thought." "If I can be of any use, I'll stay very willingly," he replied. They moved the sofa to the other side of the room, and the nurse began folding some blankets the landlady brought her to lay over it. "Can't you put some more coal on the fire, dear?" she asked Lee. He picked up a larger lump than he could well manage. The tongs slipped, and it fell with a great noise on the fender, breaking in pieces as it did so, then rattling over the hearth. They all turned apprehensively toward the bed. The heavy jarring sound had thoroughly aroused Dr. Trent from his stupor. He looked around the room as if trying to comprehend the situation. He seemed puzzled to account for David's presence in the room, and drew his hand wonderingly across his burning forehead, then pressed it against his aching throat. The nurse bent over him to moisten his parched lips with a spoonful of water. Then he understood. A look of awe stole over his face, as he realized his condition. He held his hand out towards Lee, and the nurse, turning, beckoned the child to come. He folded the cold, trembling little fingers in his hot hands. "Papa's--dear--little son!" he gasped in whispers. David turned his head away, his eyes suffused with hot tears. The scene recalled so vividly the night he had crept to his father's bedside for the last time. His heart ached for the little fellow. "God--keep--you!" came in the same hoarse whisper. Then he turned to the nurse, and with great effort spoke aloud, "Belle, pray!" David, standing with bowed head, while she knelt with her arm around the frightened boy, listened to such a prayer as he had never heard before. He had wondered one time how this woman could sacrifice everything in life for the sake of a man who died so many centuries ago. But as he listened now, to her low, earnest voice, he felt an unseen Presence in the room, as of the Christ to whom she spoke so confidingly. As she prayed that the Everlasting Arms might be underneath as this soul went down into the "valley of the shadow," the doctor cried out exultingly, "There is no valley!" David looked up. The doctor's worn face was shining with an unspeakable happiness. He stretched out his arms. "Jesus saves me! O, the wonder of it!" His hands dropped. Gradually his eyes closed, and he relapsed into a stupor, from which he never aroused. When Dr. Mills came at midnight he was still breathing; but the street lights were beginning to fade in the gray, wintry dawn when Belle Carleton reverently laid the lifeless hands across the still heart, and turned to look at Lee.