Esther called for water and clean linen. She sponged the children, made the necessary changes, ventilated the room, and closed the door into the living room; and for the first time since their illness began, the children had quiet. The angel of Death hovered near, and the Murphy family were filled with an indefinable fear. Esther watched over the two children throughout the night. Brigham was delirious. Once he seemed terrified, and called out: "Mamma, don't hurt my teacher! Wathemah, what did my teacher tell yer about Jesus? Has my teacher come?" At daybreak, when Esther gave him his medicine, he knew her and smiled. As she bent over him, he said: "I knowed ye'd come. Is Jesus near?" "Yes, very near, dear," she answered, softly. "An' He loves little childern?" "Yes, dear, loves them dearly." "I am so glad." He closed his eyes and seemed smiling in his sleep. Rousing again, he said in a weak voice: "I am so tired. Will yer carry me ter Jesus?" "Yes, dear." Then tenderly the teacher's arms went around the little form. She said, aloud: "Dear Jesus, I have brought you little Brigham, because you love little children. He is too tired to go any farther alone, so I have brought him to you. Please carry him the rest of the way home." Gently, she drew her arm away. The child smiled as if satisfied, and dozed off again. It was late in the morning, when Dr. Mishell reached Murphy Ranch. He looked grave as he watched Brigham. "Better remain here if you can, Miss Bright. Good nursing will save the girl, and may save the boy; but it is doubtful. You realize he is in a critical condition." "Yes. I will remain, Doctor; but Miss Earle will need help with the other patients." "Oh, Miss Earle is doing finely," he assured her. "And with one exception, none of the cases are as serious as these two." "Who is the exception?" "I believe his name is Clifton. A cowboy by the name of Harding has gone to his shack, to-day, to nurse him." "Just like him," she thought. She made no reply. As the day wore on, Kathleen's fever decreased, but Brigham's increased. The boy again grew delirious. He repeatedly called Wathemah and his teacher. As night drew near, he grew worse. The parents stood near the bed, weeping. Suddenly the child cried out: "Papa, won't yer bring my teacher? She knows the way ter heaven." "She's here, lad," he said, taking one of Brigham's hands in his. Then the father repeated the prayers of his church. At dawn, Brigham lifted his arms, and smiled. He had found the Open Door. When the Murphy children knew their brother was dead, they were filled with awe, and huddled in one corner of the living room. The mother sobbed aloud, but refused to come near or touch the still little figure. The teacher, with tears rolling down her cheeks, prepared her little friend's body for burial. Then she spoke again to the father, reminding him of further preparations. He rose, and, going into the room, where the family were gathered, said: