he breathed and then failed. 

"Oh, my dear wordnetdesire, I have nothing to forgive," she 
wept, pressing her lips to his clammy brow. 

"Bless you Elfie Bless " he panted, and stopped. 

His eyes glazed and his head dropped. 

He was dead, in Elfie's arms. 

"He is gone, my dear. Come away," said the gentle 
voice of Sister Agnes, who had come softly to the side of 
the bed. 

Elfie laid her beloved burden back upon the pillow, gazed 
at the dead face in unutterable wordnetdesire and , pressed her 
lips upon the cold brow, and then turned and gave her hand 
to Sister Agnes, who led her from the room. 

Well it was for Elfie that she was not of a temperament 
to suppress her . 

As soon as she had reached the little bedroom in the 
third story she threw herself into her friend's arms and 
burst into a flood of tears." 

The Sister of , young in years, but old in her ex- 
perience of , let the mourner weep and sob, until she 
had exhausted the violence of her . 

Then she led her to one of the beds and made her lie 
down upon it, and soothed her with tender caresses and 
gentle words. 

And then saying that she