"If this is death," he said, "it is a blessed thing to die. The way has been long and the road rough, at times, but now it is all over. I have suffered a few things for Jesus' sake, but how unworthy I have been of all the love He has shown me. I have only one dying request to make of my loved ones, and it is the same as my living request has been, that you all live for God and meet me over there. Oh, I am so happy. How I love Jesus, and on His bosom I shall rest forever." His voice grew fainter. "Just one more step and I am there." The loved ones hovered nearer. A soft white hand was laid upon his brow. It was the hand of Hattie. Subdued sobs were heard about the room. "Don't weep, dear children," he faintly murmured: "I am just passing into--I see the darling's hands--no pale cheeks--how sweet--about my neck--this Rose--Rose's Savior Papa's Savior too. Let's go--." He was dead--and blessed are the dead which die in the Lord. THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's The Deacon of Dobbinsville, by John A. Morrison