I cannot reproduce it here. It was for my eyes only, and written a week previously; but she said she was expecting soon to be called away. She did not wish to worry me with goodbyes, and in truth there was no need of saying them for she would be as constantly with me as ever, even though I could not always see her. She did not want me to forget her and hoped I could conveniently manage to keep the poor little body (in which she had lived for nearly thirty years) quite close to me where I could sometimes look upon her face. All this and much more she had written; each letter and word of which comforted me as only Olga knew how to comfort, because she understood my very soul. We had been made for each other. We were souls twinned in creation by a higher power than many know; but it had been given us to understand in her lifetime, and now that she had been called away for a season I must bear it as patiently as possible for her sake, and I would. God helping me, I would bear it! And my unreasoning grief should not disturb her quietude. The day passed. In the evening a knock at the door brought me back to my objective senses. I had been oblivious to the outside world all day. "We thought you might like some coffee and supper, and I have brought it to you," said a kind miner, who was also a neighbor. "Wife and I will come and stay all night here if you will go to our cabin and get some rest." I thanked him, declining his last offer, but drank the hot coffee. I then asked him if he would go out and secure the use of the adjoining vacant log cabin for me, so that I could immediately move into it. This he did, returning in half an hour, asking what further service he could render. I told him I would move all my belongings into the log cabin, leaving Olga here. This was her house, and it was still to be her home. By midnight this was done. The man had gone home after making me promise to call him when I wanted help. In Olga's cabin of two small rooms there remained only a stove, a couch upon which she still rested, and an easy lounging chair. The door at the front I soon padlocked on the outside, and barricaded within, leaving the back door as the only entrance. Next a man was hired to dig a narrow trench about the whole cabin to conduct all surface water away from the lot. During the hours following I busied myself with the receptacle which would contain the still beautiful, but now discarded body, of my darling Olga. Carefully removing a part of the flooring in the center of the room, I began digging underneath. The ground was frozen. A pick and shovel in my hands found their way into the frost-locked earth and gravel; but at a depth of about five feet I stopped. Her bed was deep enough; also long and wide enough. Its walls were of ice. They had dressed her in a robe of pale blue veiling, distinctly suited to her, upon which rested the long braids of her yellow hair, while her only ornament was her wedding ring upon her finger.