"Oh, uncle--come quickly! Quick! Quick!" "What is it? What is it?" he exclaimed, as he darted from the library and plunged up the stairs. "Quick! Quick!" she cried back, and vanished from his view. He found her standing over her husband, who was now seated on his bed. Hearing his step, William uttered a low, chuckling laugh, and, staring at him, said: "Here you are again, Charlie. I missed you. That cloud--that dazzling white cloud--seemed to come between us. I ran back to see Ruth and Lessie. Ruth was asleep, and when children are asleep they ride on the clouds--so a spirit told me. But Lessie was awake, standing over, over it--you know what I mean, over the body that held me so long. Oh, I wish she would hide it! Uncle was there, too, Charlie boy. Never could make the old doubter understand this, eh, Charlie? At first it was strange to us, too, eh? Wonderful, wonderful! I hear my old leathery tongue trying to describe it now. How funny!" "William, what is the matter?" the old man asked, bending over him. William looked at him closely; he put his hand on his shoulder and went on, chuckling: "Oh, I see it is you, uncle. I want to tell you. You needn't be afraid of dying, as I was all my life. I held it right over my heart and pulled the trigger. There was a flash, a little, tiny tickling sting, and then Charlie and I--I'll never invest in stocks again. It seemed very easy to pile up all that for Lessie and the baby. Down, down, down--Every morning at breakfast I faced them with those figures on my brain like the slimy tracks of coffin snails. Down, down to doom! to doom--that's it, to my doom!" The old man stood erect. He moved to a window. His niece followed him like a praying shadow. Their eyes met. "I am the cause of it," she said. "I tried to force him to confess to you that he was to blame, and not Charlie. He tried to use this," taking the revolver from her bosom, "while I went down to tell you." "He, and not Charlie!" the old man exclaimed, with a fixed stare. "Say what you like, _do_ what you like," she said, harshly, fiercely, recklessly, her white lip curled in a sneer. "He said you would put him in jail. I wonder if you will--I wonder. I would give my life for him. We don't want your money--understand that. What living man has not sinned? and _he_ did it for love. Don't you dare to accuse--abuse him. He is down now and dying, perhaps." With his eyes on the bent form on the bed, the old man seemed not to hear her. "Oh, my God, this is awful--awful!" he said, under his breath. "Well, there is but one thing to do." Turning, he suddenly left the room. There was a telephone in the hallway, just outside the door, and he went to it. He took up the directory and then turned on the electric light. His hands shook as he fumbled the pages. The book fell to the floor. He picked it up. His old face seemed withered like crinkled parchment. "I can't find it!" he groaned. "My God! have mercy! It is awful--awful!"