"Yes, Alma, but the doctor does not know all. I'm glad to die, dear,--and God will use me on the other side for His great work." She paused in her weakness, and then continued, "Alma, don't lose one moment. I want Betty. Don't get me a nurse. I want Betty. I'm going soon, and Howard--send for him too." "Edith dear," persisted Alma gently, "you're not going to leave us; do put that thought from you. But I'll have Betty here before night, and Howard too." Edith did not reply, but closed her eyes, as if to sleep. Alma telegraphed to Howard, who replied, that if it was not really serious, he could not come for two days on account of important business. Betty, however, took the next train to Boonville, and arrived there about dark. "Alma," she said, "I told President Gladder all about this sad affair, and he said I could stay to help you until both were better." "O, I'm so thankful!" exclaimed Alma, relieved. "Edith has a wrong idea that she is going to die. You must talk it out of her directly." Betty was pale but calm, when she approached Edith's bedside. For a moment she silently gazed at the sweet face on the pillow. The closed eyelids slowly opened, and Edith looked at her with a great fondness. "So you've come, Betty dear? I knew you would." Betty knelt down by the bed and, taking both hot hands in hers, she kissed them again and again. "My Edith! dearest, of course I came! Now I'll stay with you until I've helped you get quite well. President Gladder said I could." "He's kind, Betty, God will bless him. But, Betty, I'm not going to get well." "Whatever has put such an idea into your head?" asked Betty smiling, and controlling herself with effort. "God has told me so, Betty--in a wonderful vision. No, I'm not delirious dear--my mind is clear. I've only a little while to be with you dear. I want you to talk to me of the gospel; all the time that is left. I know it is true, now that it is too late to be baptized. Betty promise me, you'll be baptized for me when I'm gone?" This was too much for Betty. The tears came as she looked into the eyes of this dying friend, who had done so much for her. "O, dearest, I would promise to do anything, but you must try to get well. We need you--you must try!"